THE HEART OF "SEVENTY-SIX."

BY JANE GAY FULLER.

WHEN Our great mother's hand essayed
To whip and make us yield;

Our stubborn sires quick foot-prints made and battle-field!

For camp

The lawyer quit his client then,

The parson, wig and gown,
And hosts of panting husbandmen
Left ploughshares in the ground!

Banners of snowy mist were hung

Over one Autumn morn,

When a matron and two maidens young

Went reaping harvest corn!

The maidens were of gentle blood,

Lofty that matron's brow:

"Thou wear'st no weeds of widowhoodWhere rests thy husband now?"

"Rests!"-and she haughtily began:
"I joy to know that he

Fights foremost in the battle's van,
For Home and Liberty!

Call thy young brother from his play!

Why doth that tear-drop start?"
She said " He is a Volunteer,

And bears a manly heart!

"We taught him lessons of the strife,

And how to use a gun,

And told him that a hero's life

Was best in youth begun!
And then he took the powder-horn,

Which our dead grandsire gave,
Shouldered his gun, and one bright morn
Went forth to join the brave!

"And are ALL gone-husband, and son-
Lover, and brother-all!
Ye lofty-hearted, still toil on!
No evil can befall,

A country, struggling mightily,
To give young Freedom birth;
The unborn infant yet shall be
The Giant of the Earth !"