Our gunner, affrighted, unto Paul Jones he came, "Our ship is a-sinking, likewise in a flame;" Paul Jones he replied, in the height of his pride, "If we can do no better, we'll sink alongside." At length our shot flew so quick, they could not stand: They are both noble vessels, well laden with store! God help the poor widows, who shortly must weep Our Heroes. BY LUCY HAMILTON HOOPER. GAY leaders in the "German's" maze, Our lists of "dancing men" grow thin; They're writ on sadder lists than these Dark records of red battle-fields, We read the lists of those who pine And if, in haunts forsaken long, We greet once more a well-known face, On pallid brow and faded lip We mark the fatal fever-trace: Or, with full heart and eyes, we note And, gallant hearts! undaunted still Scarce has each fearful wound been heal'd, "We go to bear her flag once more To victory 'neath the Southern sky. We've suffer'd for her cause; and now We're ready for that cause to die!" My country! though thy flag to-day Droops, dimm'd and rent by rebel guns, Thou hast no cause to faint or fear! Be proud the while thou hast such sons! THE END. |