APOCALYPSE. APOCALYPSE.* 7 BY CLARENCE BUTLER. STRAIGHT to his heart the bullet crushed, A sudden spasm rent his frame, Which in a moment ceased, and then Saul stood apart a little space, Thus, like a king, erect in pride, Raising his hands to heaven, he cried, "All hail the Stars and Stripes!" and died. Died grandly; but, before he fell, (O blessedness ineffable!) Vision apocalyptical Was granted to him, and his eyes, Looked forward through the centuries, *After the bombardment and evacuation of Fort Sumter, the 6th Regiment of Massachusetts militia was the first that moved to the defence of Washington. It was attacked on the 19th of April by a mob in the streets of Baltimore, and two of its members killed and eight wounded; one of the former, Luther C. Ladd, cheered the flag with his dying breath. And saw the seeds that sages cast Saw how the souls of men had grown, Saw how, by sorrow tried and proved, Saw Treason crushed, and Freedom crowned, And clamorous faction gagged and bound, Gasping its life out on the ground; While over all his country's slopes Increased, with power that comprehends Saw how, throughout the vast extents That, from beyond the farthest seas, And how, of all her trebled host THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE. Because they grew so equal there Wherefore the martyr, gazing clear Which shuts us in with doubt and fear, He, marking how her high increase Greeted, in one transcendent cry Saluting, with most proud disdain So, lifted with prophetic pride, Raised conquering hands to heaven, and cried, "All hail the Stars and Stripes!" and died. 9 THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE. BY ROBERT LOWELL. AIR: -"Yankee Doodle." I. STILL first, as long and long ago, Let Massachusetts muster; She was the first to give her blood II. She never faltered for the right, Fling up her name with all your might, How she broke sword and fetter; III. In peace her sails fleck all the seas, God and her true hands give her? Hers first it is to front the Mob, IV. God bless, God bless the glorious State! Give her the Right, and let her try, And then, who can, may press her; She 'll go straight on, or she will die; God bless her! and God bless her! Duanesburgh, May 7, 1861. LAY down the axe, fling by the spade: For arms like yours were fitter now; Quit the light task, and learn to wield The horseman's crooked brand, and rein The charger on the battle-field. Our country calls; away! away! To where the blood-stream blots the green. Strike to defend the gentlest sway That Time in all his course has seen. See, from a thousand coverts see Spring the armed foes that haunt her track; They rush to smite her down, and we Ho! sturdy as the oaks ye cleave, And moved as soon to fear and flight, Men of the glade and forest! leave Your woodcraft for the field of fight. His serried ranks shall reel before And ye who breast the mountain storm By grassy steep or highland lake, Come, for the land ye love, to form A bulwark that no foe can break. |