GOD of the Free! upon thy breath Our flag is for the Right unrolled; For Duty still their glories burn, Then shout beside thine oak, O North! Together lift the Nation's psalm! How glorious is our mission here! Is crouched beneath the Stripes and Stars! O South! wave answer with thy palm; And in our Union's heritage No tyrant's impious step is ours; And they who strike us, strike the world. Together lift the Nation's psalm! God of the Free! our Nation bless For all the struggling of the Earth: Oh! let our Present burn as bright, Truth's, Honor's, Freedom's holy light! Together lift the Nation's psalm ! CHARGE OF A DUTCH MAGISTRATE. DE man he killed vasn't killed at all, as vas broved; he is in ter chail, at Morristown, for sheep stealing. Put dat ish no matter; te law says vare ter is a doubt you give him to der brisoner; put here ish no doubt, so, you see, ter brisoner ish guilty. I dinks, derefore, Mr. Foreman, he petter pe hung next Fourth of July. Then the angel touched mine eyelids, And its sable rim departed, And it fled with murky shroud. 'Mid all that sister race; The Southern Cross gleamed radiant forth, Then I knew it was the angel Who woke the hymning strain That our Redeemer's birth Pealed out o'er Bethlehem's plain; And still its heavenly key-tone My listening country held, For all her constellated stars BINGEN ON THE RHINE. MRS. CAROLINE NORTON. A SOLDIER of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away, "Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around, To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vineyard ground, "Tell my mother, that her other son shall comfort her old age; For I was still a truant bird, that thought his home a cage. For my father was a soldier, and even as a child My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would,-but kept my father's sword; And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine, On the cottage wall at Bingen,-calm Bingen on the Rhine. "Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops come marching home again, with glad and gallant tread, BINGEN ON THE RHINE. But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name, To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, 133 And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen,-dear Bingen on the Rhine. "There's another-not a sister; in the happy days gone by; You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye; Too innocent for coquetry,-too fond for idle scorning,— O, friend! I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning! Tell her the last night of my life (for ere the moon be risen, My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison),— I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine "I saw the blue Rhine sweep along,—I heard, or seemed to hear, But we'll meet no more at Bingen,-loved Bingen on the Rhine." ...... His trembling voice grew faint and hoarse,—his grasp was childish weak, His eyes put on a dying look, he sighed and ceased to speak; The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land is dead! And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corses strewn ; Yes, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine, As it shone on distant Bingen,-fair Bingen on the Rhine. |