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L. M. 81. MONTGOMERY. 1 I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round;
To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands. 2 I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round,
Mrs. PRICE. 1 Poor victims of war that by millions have perished,
[the world; Your crimes have brought mildew and blight on But still the fell monster is tenderly cherished, And his thrice pointed arrows are constantly hurl'd. 2 O Savior, who gave thy own life as a token, Of the value of love, and forgiveness and peace ; Shall thy precepts forever and ever be broken, And war from this faded earth never more cease! 3 Ah no! thou wilt reign, and these billows of
sorrow, That roll o’er the world will recede at thy sway; There is for lost man a more glorious to-morrow, To dawn on the earth with millennial ray.
P. M. BERNARD BARTON. 1 Whence come your wars, frail worms of dust?
What are your fightings for ?
Which in your members war ;
In temples of the Holy Ghost ?
Announced the Savior's birth,
Pour down on listening earth?
Mrs. SIGOURNEY. 1 Peace was the song the angels sang,
When Jesus sought this vale of tears ;
To calın the watchful shepherds' fears. 2 War is the word that man hath spoke
Convulsed by passions dark and dread;
E'en where the gospel banner spread. 3 Peace was the prayer the Savior breathed,
When from our world his steps withdrew;
With Calvary's dreadful cross in view. 4 Redeemer, with adoring love,
Our spirits take thy rich bequest,
1 Let warriors tremble, when they dare
To take thine awful name in vain,
To nerve their arms against the slain !
2 That from thy throne thou lookedst down
With joy upon the murderers' blade; And cheered i hem on to seek renown,
By slaughtering men whom thou hast made i
A Naval Battle.
1 Lo! shameless on each vessel's deck,
A priest kneels down to pray
And speed them on their way.
His deep, hoarse thunders roll,
And hate knows no control.
3 And mortal cries of
Are all commingled there.
A night after battle.
The sun withdrew his light;
And darkness veiled the sight.
And horror and despair,
Upraised the hopeless prayer.
Of passion rise to God?
Was that the vale he trod ?
4 O Savior! send thy peaceful light,
To show thy holier way;
And bring the perfect day.
1 Check at their fountain head,
O God, the streams of strife!
To take his brother's life.
2 Strike off the pomp and pride
That deck the deeds of war,
3 To history’s blazoned page
Touch the pure wand of truth,
Before the eye of youth. 4 Press by each quiet hearth,
The gospel's peaceful claims,
What its meek master blames.
5 So shall the seeds of hate
Be strangled in their birth,
Rule o'er th' enfranchised earth.
MRS. PRICE. 1 How glad was the anthem the bright angels sung,
• Peace and good will unto men;' O'er the hills of Judea how sweetly it rung
• Peace and good will unto men.' Glad tidings of joy, for the Savior is born, To the darkness of earth comes a glorious morn!
List to that voice,
Jesus the Savior is born. 2 He will reign till oppression has vanished away,
The din of the battle shall cease, Till man to his brother no longer a prey, Shall rest in an Eden of peace.
north, From the east to the west, from the south to the The light of his presence goes savingly forth,
Hatred and wrath
Flee from his path: