Where, therefore, lies the German's land? That is his land, the land of lands, That is the German's Fatherland. Great God! Look down and bless that land! To cherish while existence rolls, And love with heart, and aid with hand, Their Universal Fatherland. (From the German.) PATRIOTISM BREATHES there the man with soul so dead This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand ? Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung. SIR WALTER SCOTT (Lay of the Last Minstrel). WARREN'S ADDRESS STAND! the ground 's your own, my braves! Will ye give it up to slaves ? Wiil ye look for greener graves ? Hope ye mercy still? What's the mercy despots feel? Hear it in that battle-peal! Read it on yon bristling steel! Fear Ask it ye who will. ye foes who kill for hire ? Who have done it! From the vale Let their welcome be ! In the God of battles trust! Die we may - and die we must! But, O where can dust to dust Be consign'd so well, As where heaven its dews shall shed And the rocks shall raise their head, Of his deeds to tell? JOHN PIERPONT. THE BATTLE OF LEXINGTON THEN haste ye, Prescott and Revere ! Let Chelmsford, Littleton, Carlisle, Good men in fustian, stand ye still Lay down your arms, damn'd rebels ! cry But never a grounding gun is heard, Dead calm, save may be a wise bluebird The half as much as the bluebirds do, Now in this little tender calm Each hand would out, and every palm With patriot palm strike brotherhood's stroke O men in red! if ye but knew The least of the all that bluebirds do, -- Yon voice might sing the Future's Psalm Yon voice that shouts, high-hoarse with ire, The red-coats fire, the homespuns fall; He lies at the steps of his own house-door; The wife from the window hath seen, and rush'd; But, O ye Six that round him lay, At the door of the House wherein ye dwell; As Harrington came, ye likewise came, And died at the door of your House of Fame. SIDNEY LANIER (Psalm of the West). HYMN [SUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE CONCORD MONUMENT, APRIL 19, 1876.] By the rude bridge that arch'd the flood, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept ; Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, The shaft we raise to them and thee. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. ETERNAL SPIRIT OF THE CHAINLESS MIND ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind! LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS THE breaking waves dash'd high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their bark Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soar'd From his nest by the white wave's foam; There were men with hoary hair There was woman's fearless eye, There was manhood's brow serenely high, What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They left unstain'd what there they found Freedom to worship God. FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS. IN STATE I O KEEPER of the Sacred Key, Look down upon the warring world, and tell us what the end will be. "Lo, through the wintry atmosphere, A cluster of five lakes appear; And all the land looks like a couch, or warrior's shield, or sheeted bier. "And on that vast and hollow field, With both lips closed and both eyes seal'd, A mighty Figure is revealed, Stretched at full length, and stiff and stark, as in the hollow of a shield. |