Hear the tale of youthful glory,
While of Britain's rescued band
Friend and foe repeat the story,
Spread his fame o'er sea and land,
Where the red cross, proudly streaming.
Flaps above the frigate's deck,
Where the golden lilies, gleaming,
Star the watch-towers of Quebec.

Look! The shadow on the dial
Marks the hour of deadlier strife;
Days of terror, years of trial,
Scourge a nation into life.

Lo, the youth becomes her leader!
All her baffled tyrants yield;

Through his arm the Lord hath freed her;
Crown him on the tented field!

Vain is Empire's mad temptation!
Not for him an earthly crown!
He whose sword hath freed a nation
Strikes the offered sceptre down.
See the throneless Conqueror seated,
Ruler by a people's choice;
See the Patriot's task completed;
Hear the Father's dying voice!

"By the name that you inherit, By the sufferings you recall,

Cherish the fraternal spirit;
Love your country first of all!
Listen not to idle questions

If its bands may be untied;
Doubt the patriot whose suggestions
Strive a nation to divide !"

Father! We whose ears have tingled
With the discord notes of shame-
We, whose sires their blood have mingled
In the battle's thunder-flame-
Gathering, while this holy morning
Lights the land from sea to sea,
Hear thy counsel, heed thy warning;
Trust us, while we honor thee!

WASHINGTON1

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL

James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) had won fame as a patriotic poet before writing the passage printed below, which is from his long narrative poem, "Under the Old Elm," read in Cambridge on July 3, 1875, the hundredth anniversary of Washington's taking command of the American army. In 1875 Lowell stood, as he does still, high above any other American poet of patriotism. His services as teacher at Harvard, as an American ambassador, and as a literary critic are too well known to need recounting here. The man and his work were thoroughly American.

SOLDIER and statesman, rarest unison;

High-poised example of great duties done
Simply as breathing, a world's honors worn.
As life's indifferent gifts to all men born;
Dumb for himself, unless it were to God,
But for his barefoot soldiers eloquent,
Tramping the snow to coral where they trod,
Held by his awe in hollow-eyed content;
Modest, yet firm as Nature's self; unblamed
Save by the men his nobler temper shamed;
Never seduced through show of present good
By other than unsetting lights to steer

New-trimmed in Heaven, nor than his steadfast mood

1 From The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell. Used by permission of, and by special arrangement with, Houghton Mifflin Company.

More steadfast, far from rashness as from fear;
Rigid, but with himself first, grasping still
In swerveless poise the wave-beat helm of will;
Not honored then or now because he wooed
The popular voice, but that he still withstood;
Broad-minded, higher-souled, there is but one
Who was all this and ours, and all men's - Wash-
ington.

CROWN OUR WASHINGTON1

HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH

Hezekiah Butterworth (1839-1905) was for thirty-four years connected with The Youth's Companion. He wrote Zig-Zag Journeys and numerous stories for juvenile readers, as well as many poems dealing with important events in American history.

ARISE- 'Tis the day of our Washington's glory,

The garlands uplift for our liberties won; Forever let Youth tell the patriot's story,

Whose sword swept for freedom the fields of the sun!

Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the banners of stars that the continent span, Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal, Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man!

1 Used by permission of The Youth's Companion, Boston, Mass.

He gave us a nation: to make it immortal

He laid down for freedom the sword that he drew, And faith leads us on through the uplifting portal Of the glories of peace and our destinies new. Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the flag that the nations of liberty span,

Crown, crown him the chief of the heroes eternal, Who laid down his sword for the birthright of man!

Lead, Face of the Future, serene in thy beauty,
Till o'er the dead heroes the peace star shall gleam,
Till Right shall be Might in the counsels of duty,
And the service of man be life's glory supreme.
Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the flags that the nations in brotherhood span, Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal,

Whose honor was gained by his service to man!