0" ♦^^ o < iP ^s rC\\ Sk //« o **>* "^ - '"^^r * -^^ '^ '^o ^°-%. o lO - n- .10, <\. ' • • t • . "O. ^ ... 'J->^r N O 5.Vv>v O M O Q A,' n N A *LA -It* o Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2010 with funding from The Library of Congress http://www.archive.org/details/dextersmithspoemOOsmit 6^ J / / Dexter Smith's Poems. ^mong these li?ies should /here be one To chee7' the reader's hearty Then not in vain my n'ork is done, JVor itt performed my part. ^ COPYRIGHrtA Sertoli: G. D. RUSSELL & COMPANY, 126 Tkemont Street. i868. 7^ 2?^1 Entered, according to Act of Congress, in tlie year 1867, by In the Clerk's Office of the District Conrt for the District of Massachnsetts. (^0 Albion Manley Dudley, THIS LITTLE OFFERING Is Cordiailj Inscribed. PRE FA CE, These simple rhymes, on common subjects, have seen the hght of type before ; consequently, the compiler need offer no apology for present- ing them in book form. The great popularity of many of them must be attributed to the ex- quisite music which has been wedded to them by eminent composers. Appreciating the kind wishes of those friends who have encouraged the author in his undertaking, he humbly places this little waif upon the sea of literature, hoping that they will derive as much pleasure from the perusal of its pages as its preparation has af- forded him. Should that be the result, he will not feel that his leisure hours have been unim- proved. Boston, Nov. 25, 1867. CONTENTS, PAGE Songs of springs . . 9 Cross and Croxvn, . 10 Baby's y G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. "Me don't $uj|i|endot| muoh!" 85 - IVB DOX'T SURRENDER MUCHT'* SOLDIERS of our vast republic, Standing 'twixt our homes and death, Do you hear the voice of treason As it asks, with baneful breath, If you will not now surrender And release your deadly clutch? Thunder tones hurl back your answer, " No ! ' We don't surrender much ! '" Sailors of the blue Atlantic, Guarding Freedom's chosen land, Do you hear the haughty summons Coming from the traitor-band ? Will 3^ou give our star-gemmed banner To the foe's polluting touch? Your reply speeds o'er the waters, '' No ! ' We don't surrender much ! ' " Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers Of the loved ones now at rest (Who have died beneath our standard), In the North and East and West, Does the traitor dare to ask you To be doubly false to such As you freely gave? You answer, " No ! ' We don't surrender much ! ' " * "Will YOU hold Lavergne?" asked Gen. Rosecranz. " I will try," re- plied Col. Innis. "I ask if you will r/o it!" "I will." And he kept his word, for witli three hundred and eighty-nine Michigan men, without ar- tillery, he whipped Gen. Wheeler's force of over three thousand cavalry and two field-pieces. "We don't surrender much!" was replied seven successive times to Gen. Wheeler's demand for him to surrender. S6 $weet $U\\ oi ^ope. Hear the voice of fair Columbia, As she grasps her bristling gun ; Listen to the cry of Freedom, Whose sweet day has just begun ; Answer back to treason's legions, - As they lean on slavery's crutch. When they ask if you surrender, '* No ! ' We don't surrender much ! ' SWEET STAR OF HOPE, SWEET star of Hope, so clear and bright, Shine on and cheer my yearning sight. How dark the world would be to me Did I not gaze, sweet star, on thee ! When sombre clouds obscure the light. And all is wrapped in shades of night. My eyes can pierce the gloom around Until thy radiant beams are found. When fades the light of friendship's smile, When love and faith no more beguile. And o'er the earth we blindly grope. How welcome is thy light, sweet Hope ! A foretaste of the realm divine Is given forth by rays of thine : Shine on, sweet star, above my way. And guide me to the perfect day. Music by Halevy. Copyriglited by G. D. Kiissell & Company. Boston. ^ani), many ¥ear^$ ago. 87 MAA^r, MANY TEARS AGO, THERE'S a cottage in the valley Close beside a murmuring stream, Where we dwelt in happy childhood, Waiting for life's changeful dream ; Though the cot is old and blackened, And the hearth has lost its glow, Still we think of bright hours passed there Many, many years ago. There were dear ones there to greet us When our daily tasks were done, And we gathered in the cottage At the setting of the sun ; Father, mother, sisters, brothers. True and kind through weal or woe, Oh I we miss the home that knew us Many, many years ago. There are graves down in the valley, Of the dear ones passed away. And we laid them where, in childhood. Rang our voices when at play ; Oft we linger by the dear spot. While the zephyrs whisper low That we soon shall sleep beside those Whom we loved long years ago. r.Tnsic by H. Millard. Copyriglited by G. D. Eusscll & Company, Bostou- 88 ^H W $chool-lou$o. TI/£: OLD SCHOOL-HOUSE, YEARS that have flown, with thy pleasure and sadness, How sweet are the mem'ries I cherish of thee ! As out of the depths of thy sorrow and gladness The haunts of my childhood in fanc}^ I see ; The cot in the valley, the broad, silver river. The school-house, which stood 'neath the far- spreading tree. These scenes in my mem'ry will linger forever. Although far removed from the spot I may be. The school-house is standing where first I beheld it. Now old, weather-beaten, and mossy with age, And there is the bench where I first learned the lessons That cluster so thickly on youth's glowing page ; The school-mates that gathered at call of the teacher. Again I behold in the old, happy place, I hear their sweet voices in glad chorus ringing, I see the bright smile on each young, eager face. Oh ! where are those school-mates ? All scattered forever ! The voice of the teacher is heeded no more. And some have passed over the beautiful river, To meet the great Teacher, on heaven's bright shore ; In pt^emoriiam. (!^j|cdet|ich Buchley.) 89 And may those still learning the world's change- ful lessons, When all of the scenes of life's sad school are past, Be gathered together in realms that are fairer In one sweet vacation, forever to last ! Music by Jean Foster. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. IJY MEMORIAM. {FREDERICK BUCKLEY.) 1[ T TE press the lips, which nevermore V V Will echo to that mother's kiss Of her who never knew before The depths of such a grief as this. We seal the eyes in calm repose. To ope in earthly realm no more ; A father's tears or brother's woes Can ne'er their sweet soul-beam restore. The hand that thrilled our inmost hearts, In peaceful rest is folded now ; For One, who life and love imparts. Has set death's seal upon his brow. A sweeter strain than e'en he knew, — Who dwelt in Music's happy sphere, — Has won him from our mortal view To harmonies more sweetly clear. Sept. 17, 1864. ')') I have Hstonad ^oi| bo^i footstep. I HAVE LISTENED FOR HER FOOTSTEP, I HAVE listened for her footstep In the pauses of the night, Waited for the voice of music And the smile so sweetly bright ; I have listened for my mother, For her sweet and holy power Would dispel all thoughts of sadness, And beguile my dying hour. I have listened for her footstep When the golden day has come. But no vision came to greet me. From my childhood's happy home ; I have waited till the noonday. Till the sun in beauty smiled. But no mother came to sadly Take the farewell of her child. I have listened for her footstep Till the setting sun is low. But I cannot, cannot hear her ; It is time for me to go. There are none to soothe the sorrows Of the dying soldier's breast. But I still may hope for heaven And a sweet, eternal rest. Music by M. Keller. Copyrighted by Oliver Ditson & Company, Boston. ^omethiiiQ still to do. 91 SOMETHING STILL TO DO, '"T^HOCTGH the day has nearl}^ past, -^ Sit not down with idle hands, Labor while the hours shall last, While shall flow life's golden sands ; Life is changeful, ever brief. Oh ! improve each fleeting span. Turn, each da}^ some brighter leaf, Measure time by deeds to man. Know'st thou not some burdened soul, Fettered by disease and pain ? Point to him the heavenly goal, Bid him rise and strive again. Know'st thou not a drooping heart Sinking 'neath misfortune's blight? Go and friendship's warmth impart. Give to him a ray of light. We are not to know the w^ay God shall work life's problem out ; Let us labor while we may. Trusting him, nor have a doubt. And with love for all mankind. Resting not till life be through, Let us work, when we shall find Something still for us to do ! 92 $he sleeps beneath the Boses. SHE SLEEPS BEJVEATH THE ROSES, WHERE the bright, sunny rays Of the sweet summer days O'er the meadow at noontide are beaming ; Where the soft, bahny breeze Chants a song through the trees And the birds through the long days are dreaming ; Where the meadows' rich bloom Sheds a sweet, sweet perfume, And the daisy in beauty reposes, Where the clover-buds wave O'er a grass-covered grave Sleeps our darling one, under the roses. There is sadness and grief That her life was so brief. That she faded in life's early morning ; Yet she dwells where the blest Take their sweet, final rest, Where the joys of a new life are dawning ; Oh ! we miss her sweet smile That the hours would beguile. When the long, weary day dawns and closes. And our sad hearts lie there, With our darling so fair. With our darling one, under the roses. Music by E. N, Catlin. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. ONLY A WITHERED ROSE. ONLY a withered rose It seems to thee, Yet da}' by day it grows Dearer to me ; I know its beauty fled Long months ago, I know its petals red Turned white as snow ; Yet dear it is to me As when it came. Fresh, dearest one, from thee, Breathing thy name. I know its fragrance died Long, long ago ; I know that flowers beside More beauteous grow ; Yet I still cherish this One gift from thee. Symbol of earthly bliss, Thy love for me. Oh ! though the rose must fade And bloom decay. Our love shall e'er be made Brighter each day. Music by J. R. Thomas. Copj^rightedby Wm. A. Pond & Co., New York 91 •■^Little i^ister/' ^^ LITTLE SISTERr LIKE a sunbeam is our sister, Dancing fleet and bright, Through the doorway, o'er the threshold, Beaming clear and bright. As soft music falls her footstep On our list'ning ear, Like the notes of strains immortal That in dreams we hear ! Have you heard the silvery ripple Of the woodland stream? Thus her laughter, free, yet charming, Soothes our life's sad dream. Like the starlight on the river. Smiling through the night. Is the radiance of her features, Beautiful and bright. Like a queen she wields a sceptre Over all our hearts, But, we yield a blind allegiance; Love her power imparts. Sorrow leaves its throne in silence When her wand appears ; l^utj ^hips. 95 Doubt and grief are also flying; Gone are all our fears. As the darkness yields to daylight, Ocean to the shore, So we yield our darling sister Our hearts evermore. Pure and guileless as a flow'ret, From the hand of Love, May we guard the bud, so precious, Till it blooms above ! OUR SHIPS, THERE are many ships at sea, Far or near, upon the deep. Freighted full and heavily As like things of life they leap O'er the ever restless sea, Ever gliding gracefully. Ah ! we all have ships at sea, — Ships of hope, or love, or pride, — And they sail unceasingly. Over life's rough, changing tide ; May they anchor safe at last. Free from ev'ry threaf ning blast. 96 '^i$ past Midnight. 'TIS PAST MIDNIGHT, I WONDER why he comes not home, For now 'tis one o'clock and past ; The snow is falhng in the street, And I can hear the wintry blast ; I've laid the little ones to rest, And they in dreamland roam. Oh, would that I could be so blest ! I wonder why he comes not home ! The fatal wine-cup lures him forth ; How could I dream of such a thing When, years ago, he called me bride, And placed upon my hand this ring? To-night, ere Charlie went to sleep, He asked, " Has father come? " I could but think, as now I say, I wonder why he comes not home ! The clock on yonder spire strikes three ; All hope gives way to mute despair ; And, with a prayer to Heaven, I say My load is more than I can bear. O maidens, when the man you love Shall take you from your home. May ne'er the wine-cup make you say " I wonder why he does not come ! " Music byF. Clemence. Copyriglited by G. D. Ejissell & Company, BostOB. follow the 3;lag. 97 FOLLOW THE FLAG. COMRADES, be true to our country forever, Let no invader its bright glory stain ; Fixed be our hearts on one lastino- endeavor All our great birthrights to bravely maintain ; Foes shall not tauntingly point with shame's finger To our old banner on rampart and crag ; Thousands have died for it ; we should not lino-er When we are called on to follow the flaof. Stand by the flag that true hearts have defended, When the fierce tempests of battle shall come, Ever are courage and loyalty blended. Gather our legions and beat ev'ry drum ; Ever be true to the trust we inherit, On with the struggle and let no one lag. True to the past and the present our spirit, Laurels shall crown those who follow the flaof. Oh ! not in vain are our brave comrades sleeping On fields where Mars his dark wings hath out- spread. We will avenge them, yes ! brave hearts are leap- ing Scorning to live unless treason be dead ; Up with our banner, then, let it wave o'er us. Let it wave proudly o'er rampart and crag. Let our brave legions shout loyalty's chorus, Thrilling and grand as we follow the flag. Music by J. K. Thomas. Copyriglited by G. D. Eiissell & Company. OS Vm glad ^^ather^'s come. /'3f GLAD FATHER'S COME, I AM so glad that father's come ! " The httle maiden sung, And led him from the bar-room door, Where drunkards' voices rung. *' He says that he'll go there no more, And now the pledge will sign. Oh, mother dear, will be so glad If he gives up the wine ! '^ Our home will be so happy, now, For father drinks no more ; He signed the temp'rance pledge to-day ; Our misery is o'er ; Our home is lighted up again With smiles of joy and love ; It seems as if the angels looked Upon us from above ! " I am so glad that father's come. He is so good and kind ; He never will be harsh again, Wine does not make him blind ; Our home is very happy now And all is bright and fair ; The angels surely brought him home In answer to my prayer ! Music by C. Blamphin. Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell «fe Company, Boston. l$nr\r{nh io\\ the old itflag ! 99 HURRAH FOR THE OLD FLAG! OUR old flag is waving o'er Sumter again ! Its bright stars are gleaming o'er fortress and main, Its broad stripes are floating from rampart and crag ; Our Union forever ! Hurrah for the flag ! Oh, wave there in glory, in beauty and pride, As Arm as the shore and as sure as the tide ; And glory to all of our soldiers and tars Who flght for the flag of the stripes and the stars ! Our old flag is waving o'er Sumter again ! The traitor has torn down our standard in vain ; Once more it is blending its azure and stars. Its stripes snowy-wliite and its blood-tinted bars, The smile of the lily and blush of the rose, A beacon to friends and a warning to foes ; Then glory to all of our soldiers and tars Who bear on the flag of the stripes and the stars ! Our old flag is waving o'er Sumter again ! And brave hearts have sworn that it there shall remain, While earth has a spot that is dear to the free, And "Union forever ! " our motto shall be ; 100 $0011. Then up with the flag that our brave fathers won, And on with the battle that Freedom begun, — Yes, glory to all of our soldiers and tars Who fight for the flag of the stripes and the stars ! INIusic by M. Keller. Copjalglited by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. SOON. A FEW more sunny smiles and bitter tears To mingle through the quickl3"-flowing years ; A few more walks beside the silent shore To snatch the death-kiss ere friends go before. A few more threads to weave in life's strange web : A few more tidal waves to flow and ebb ; And then to fold our hands upon our breast And lay us down to peaceful, endless rest. A little longer to support the cross ; A few more days upon life's sea to toss, — To count the moments set against our name, Ere He who formed us shall decide our blame. There is no time to hate our brother-man, — To speak cold words to those beneath the ban ; There is no time to sit with idle hands While God's ripe harvest gladdens all the lands ! Kiss me, P^othcii, etjo I die. 101 /^/SS ME, MOTHER, ERE I DIE. K ISS me, mother, ere I die, Let me feel thy soft caressing ; Ere I in the cold grave lie Give me once again thy blessing, As thou blest me when a boy. When of life's bliss I was dreaming ; Years have wrecked those ships of joy, And no star of hope is beaming. Kiss me, mother, ere I sleep. Nevermore on earth awaking, Nay, I would not have thee weep. As my soul its flight is taking ; Do not weep for one who goes From a world of care and sorrow, To a sweet and last repose Where there comes a brighter morrow. Kiss me, mother, ere I die, Sweeter far will be our meeting Past the pearly clouds which lie Where the sun the west is greeting ; Then upon my pallid brow Press thy loving lips with gladness. Death is painless to me now ; Thv sweet kiss hath banished sadness. Music by F. Buckley. Copyrighted by H. Tolman & Company, Boston. 102 (^htjist and f^i^. CHRIST AND PETER, AS the slow-descending sun Announced the close of day, Up to the mountain, alone, Our Saviour went to pray. And the twelve disciples sailed Away to the other side, 'Mid the fury of the wind And the heaving of the tide. In the night Jesus arose From prayer, pure and free, And toward the ship he went. Walking upon the sea. '' Be of good cheer," he said, " It is I, be not afraid," To the twelve disciples, who A sense of fear obe3^ed. And Peter, answering, said, " Lord, bid me come to thee ;" And going from the ship. He walked upon the sea. But when he felt the wind. He feared a watery grave, !^appi} l$ox\Y^B be ^hine. 103 And called, ere he should sink, For Christ his life to save. Jesus stretched forth his hand ; Saved him, as he will thee ; If true Faith be thy guide, Over life's storm-tost sea. HAPPY HOURS BE THINE, HAPPY hours be ever thine, Flowers spring where thou shalt tread, May life's sunbeams ever shine Radiantly o'er thy head, Grief nor sorrow never cast O'er thee hours of earthly pain, But sweet joys fall thick and fast, Like the gentle, summer rain. Happy hours be ever thine, While thy struggling bark shall glide, And the earth and sky combine To illume life's restless tide. And when thou shalt reach the shore, Past the ever-surging sea, Mayst thou dwell for evermore Where the ransomed soul is free ! 104 3|Jome. — Bonnie Blue yor^cjet-me-not. HOME. IT is not home where thou art not, Though joy and happiness be there, And every brief hour is forgot That does not thy sweet presence share. It is not home without thy smile To make each lovely scene more bright, Each shade of sorrow to beguile, And fill our home with pure delight. It is not home without thy voice To bid each grief from us to flee, To cause each sad heart to rejoice While yet a single hope we see. It is not home where thou art not, To bid life's shadows all depart ; Oh 1 home would be in an}'- spot Made homelike by thy loving heart. BONNIE BLUE EORGET-ME-NOT, T KNOW a litde flow'ret i- That blooms with azure hue, And flecks the verdant meadows With stars of sweetest blue ; I listen to the flowers That blossom near my cot ; They speak one sentence only, — It is " Forget-me-not I " Itiassic wi' the ^azel Bye. 105 I know a little maiden, With eyes so soft and blue ; Wherever I may wander, My heart to her is true ; Her love sheds brightest lustre Around my earthly lot, The songs of flower and maiden Are both '" Forget-me-not ! " Music by Sponliultz. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. LASSIE Wr THE HAZEL E2E. THERE is a lass I dearly love, In all the world, all else above ; She is the spirit of my dreams, And through the day it ever seems That her sweet presence beautifies Each scene that meets my longing eyes. Oh ! I'm forever haunted by The lassie wi' the hazel eve. Though I may roam on land or sea, My trusting heart will ever be With one who is m\^ guiding star. Whose rays shine on me from afar ; And make life's pathway ever clear Which otherwise were dark and drear. Oh I I'm forever haunted by The lassie wi' the hazel eve. Music by Glover. Copyrighted by G. D. Kussell & Company, Boston. 106 (|he Badge nuj ^oldiett wor|e. THE BADGE MY SOLDIER WORE, ?^ I ^IS a bit of faded ribbon, -*- Hanging on the shadowed wall, Where the sunshine never falleth To dispel the heavy pall. But a ribbon, yet I cherish That lone relic more than gold. And the world has nought to tempt me To give up that badge of old. For my gallant soldier bore it When he proudly marched away ; From his uniform they tore it When in death's embrace he lay. Soiled and torn they brought it to me. And I bathed it with my tears, Then upon the wall I hung it. To remain through weary years. Soiled and torn and faded ribbon ! Hanging on the chamber wall, Of a sweet and blissful vision What sad memories you recall ! Yet, until I stand beside him On the green and peaceful shore, I shall cherish nearer, dearer. That old badge my soldier wore. Music by Jean Foster. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. I di;eam of thy ^weot ^mile. if^~ T DREAM OF THY SWEET SMILE, I SEE thy smile in visions bright, While beaming sweet and clear, Throughout the dim and silent night, When all is dark and drear ; It tells of days, long, long ago, When all was bright with love's pure glow, When spotless, beautiful as snow. Did life's fair hopes appear. I dream of hours when purest joy Around my pathway shone. In brightest scenes, without alloy. And I was not alone ; When fell thy smiles, like sunbeams bright. Illuming life's sad, dreary night. Oh ! then came hours of sweet delight That from me now are gone. I see thy smile in visions bright. But morning bids it fly. And with the dawning of the light Its radiant glories die ; Yet still its mem'ries fill my heart And hopes of joy again impart, Of life and love they form a part, And still illume my sky. Music by J. R. Thomas. Copyrighted by ^Yln. Hall & Son, New York. TWICE LOST. ONCE, through the busy street, We went with hurried feet, Asked those we chanced to meet Of our lost darhng ; Heeding not wind or rain. Searching each street and lane. Peering through window-pane For our lost darling. We found our lost one then, Brought her safe home again. In from the falling rain, Our little darling ; Once more her tears she dries, Once more a sweet smile lies In the bright, sunny eyes Of our own darling. To God's own will we bow ; We've lost our loved one now ; Death's hand is on the brow Of our lost darling ; Now, baby's gone at last. Safe from the wintry blast, All of life's sorrow past, Slumbers our darling. ^ho ^igi^ing of the JiMedgc. 109 Angels have found our prize, Borne her to brighter skies ; What though from earth she dies? Still lives our darling ; We may not lind her here, Yet, in a brighter sphere. Freed from all sin and fear. We'll find our darling. THE SIGNING OF THE PLEDGE, o H ! have you heard the fearful news that goes from man to man? King Alcohol is here to rule oar nation, if he can ! He comes from foreign castles, from vast breath- ing-holes of sin, And marshals all his forces in the form of wine and gin. He shows us gilded bar-rooms, and invites us to his fare, But underneath there is a path that leads us to despair ! So, let us band together, and soon, I will allege, We'll drive the tyrant from our shore by signing of the pledge. I met the honest workman, and he took me by the hand, He said that wine had ruined quite the flower of his band ; 110 (^he ^igiiinc) of the ^^ledge. His son had seen the banner of King Alcohol flaunt high, And followed his vast army but to wither and to die ; I have seen the watching mother, in the lone hours of the night Waiting for her son returning, till she grew sad and white. There was a dark gulf yawning, her boy stood on the edge, And he could only save his life by signing of the pledge. Oh ! let us rally in our strength and put the mon- ster down ; We'll wrest the sceptre from his grasp, and take awav his crown ; We'll dry the mother's weeping eyes, and banish sorrow's pain ; We'll bid the father hope once more, and let him smile again ; We'll bid the son and daughter look above with thankful heart. And reunite the famity, to dwell no more apart ; We'll leave for coming millions the noblest heri- tage, And banish crime and poverty by signing of the pledge. Set to Music and Copyrighted by G. D. Eussell & Company, Boston. 1$\$ P^onumeni 111 HIS MONUMENT. '^ I ^IS not alone the marble pile J- Above tlie good man's dust (Which Time's remorseless hands defile, And changing seasons rust) ; There is another, founded while He lived in hope and trust. No epitaph can e'er disclose The deeds his kind heart knew ; No record tell what heavy woes His gentle words pierced through. What joy his presence brought to those His hand gave guidance to. In vain the marble face we limn, Or seek aid from the arts : The noblest epitaph for him Who from such life departs Is that which Love, with fond eyes dim, Writes on survivors' hearts ! OUR VICTORIOUS BANNER. /^'ER the high and o'er the lowly ^^^ Floats that banner, briirht and holv, In the rays of Freedom's sun ; In the nation's heart imbedded. O'er a "Union," newly wedded, One in all and all in one! 112 ' i^utj l^ictoi^iioue Banner^. Star-gemmed banner, still victorious, JVig'ht has made its stars more gloriotis^ May they ever brightly shine ; Beacon lio-hts on Union's ocean, Guiding us through dark commotion, While the States together twine. . Blessed privilege to hold it, JSf ever furl it, never fold it. Guard it well from every foe ; There are willing hands to bear it, No heart base enough to tear it Or to lay its glory low. True, its folds are worn and gory, And the w^hole world knows the story Of its enemies' defeat ; Its defenders, history's pages Speak of those to future ages With fame's laurels, bright and sweet. Let that banner wave forever. May its lustrous stars fade never. Till the stars shall pale on high ; While there's Right the Wrong defeating. While there's Hofe in true hearts beating. Truth and Freedom shall not die. As it floated long before us. Be it ever floating o'er us, O'er our land from shore to shore ; l|inion and Libei|ftj. 11^ There are freemen yet to wave it, Millions zvho zvill die to save it, Wave it, save it eve?'7ftore! UNION AND LIBERTY. THE stars of our banner shine brightly to-day, Union and Liberty, forever ! The clouds which obscured them have all passed away, Union and Liberty, forever ! We welcome as brothers the sons of our land. Union and Liberty, forever ! Who stand by our banner, an unbroken band. Union and Liberty, forever ! We favor no section, no party or creed. Union and Liberty, forever ! And on one broad platform may all be agreed. Union and Liberty, forever ! Then shout for our banner from shore to the shore. Union and Liberty, forever ! And swear that its colors shall wave evermore, Union and Liberty, forever ! Hurrah ! for the union of lakes and of lands, Union and Liberty, forever ! One glad communion of hearts and of hands, Union and Liberty, forever ! Music by W. O. Perkins. Copjrighted by Oliver Ditson & Company* 114 Isltth P^aggie 3^ale. LITTLE MAGGIE DALE, EYES of brightest diamonds, Teeth of clearest pearls, Cheeks like blushing roses Framed in raven curls, Little hands, like blossoms Of the lily pale, Jlad our darling sister. Little Maggie Dale, — - iLittle hands, like blossoms Of the lily pale, Had our darling sister, Little Maggie Dale. Gone is now the music Of her childish voice. Never will her sweet smile Make our hearts rejoice, All in vain we seek her In the leafy vale. For she is in heaven. Little Maggie Dale,- All in vain we seek her In the leafy vale. For she is in heaven. Little Maggie Dale. Music by F. Buckley. CopyrigMed by G. B. Russell & Company, Boston Bain upoi^ the Boot 115 RAIN UPON THE ROOF, SITTING, dreaming, as of yore, 'Neath the cottage-roof, Memory will gladly pore O'er life's web and woof; Fancies from the freighted past Come and go again. As we hear, above the blast. The patter of the rain. Those we knew and loved in youth In visions sweet we see, Coming back with love and truth O'er life's surging sea ; Gathered once again, aloof From earth's busy train. Coming fast, as on the roof Comes the falling rain. Hopes that thrilled our boyish hearts With the dream renew ; — Though the vision fair departs Memory is true ; And the grief a link shall form Of life's fragile chain ; Then peace smiles, as o'er the storm Of the falling rain. 116 Matei] Mies. WATER LILIES, WHERE the lake is shadowed By thick boughs of green, And the water sleepeth, Mirror -hke, serene, In the days of Summer Water HHes bloom. With a heart of gold, breast Like a snow-white plume. Like sweet stars above us On the lake they gleam. And like eyes that love us Watch us w^hile we dream. Floating on the bosom Of her water-throne Sits the queen of flowers, Peerless and alone. With the beams of morning Wake the petals fair. Wafting swxetest fragrance On the summer air ; And the mingled odors Of the wildwood seem Blended like the perfume Of some fairy dream. ^uno. 1 1 Born where shadows linger, Where the lake is deep, Where doth breath of darkness O'er the waters creep ; Yet when sunbeams kiss thee And the morn is sweet. Thou bring'st rarest beauty Old Sol's smile to greet. Promise thou of life art ; Mayhap one may be Heartless and unfeeling Mocking such as thee. Yet his heart may gladden After vears of toil, And thy pledge of heaven Penetrate sin's soil. JUNE, ALONG the fragrant vales and blooming groves Thy warm winds float, and ev'ry glad heart loves To sing thy praise ; Thy feathered songsters, clad in plumage bright. In carols sweet their voices now unite. And glad hymns raise. And borne upon thy zephyrs soft and still We hear the ploughman's shout and cheerful trill At break of day ; 118 ^bou|f}ht$ of (ibeo* Thy fields are smiling with a wealth of green, And here and there are flecked with roseate sheen, 'Neath old Sol's ray. Th}^ nights are beautiful, serene, and sweet. As Luna calmly sits upon her regal seat, And bright stars blend. Illuming all with brilliant, pearly light. Oh, may our lives with good deeds shine as bright Till life shall end 1 THOUGHTS OF THEE. NO fairer sky or sun more bright Upon my lot e'er shone. And yet I murmur that their light Should fall on me alone ; Though many friends are dear to me. Life's treasures here below. My thoughts will wander still to thee And days of long ago, — To days when hope its flowers cast Upon our summer path, But to be withered b}^ the blast Of Winter, in its wrath. The dearest joys or pleasures rare From sorrows are not free. Are nought to me, unless I share My happiness with thee. Isabel's Soliloquy. 119 ISABEL'S SOLILOQUY. HE said that he would call at six, And now 'tis nearly eight ; But then men are such heedless things ! We never make them wait ! I wonder where he's stopping now? Perchance to make a call Upon that lovely Widow Dow He met at the last ball. Perhaps to buy a gift for me, — Perchance a splendid ring ; But no ! he never takes a hint, Nor dreams of such a thing. What can detain him? I declare I've half a mind to go With Malcolm Lowell to the fair ; He never served me so I But then how angry Frank would be ! I seem to see him now, The lightning flashing from his eye. The dark cloud on his brow. No matter, every gentleman His promises should keep ; I'll write him a dismissal ; How bitterl}^ he'll weep ! 120 Ifaith, fharity, and lope. If he should come, as come he may, I'll not see him at all, But bid my Sister Jane to say, For me, he need not call. Hark ! as I live, the door-bell rings ! I'm glad he's come at last ! Dear Frank is alzvays punctual ; I knezu my watch was fast I FAITH, CHARITY, AND HOPE, WHEN clouds of doubt prevail, And o'er life's bright sky lower, And error's storms assail Religion's holy power. Then does sweet Faith resplendent shine, ; Assuming rays of love divine. Sweet Charity, extolled above All heavenly works below, Greatest of virtues, may it prove Sin's surest overthrow ; "When anger fain would crush a heart, Let Charity new life impart. When on life's sea our struggling bark Is with the tempest tost, And all around is fearful, dark. And we seem surely lost ; Bright Hope the lowering clouds will rend, And to the future its aid lend. 0he is waiting io\\ us thct;e. 121 SI/B IS WAITING FOR US THERE. I N the realm beyond the stars, Past the gate which death unbars, Dwells the dear, happy angel of our love, Clad in robes of spotless white, Chanting praises day and night. In the glad home of angels sweet, above. How our hearts with antjuish burned When our darling we returned To the Hand that had blest our lot awhile ! Oh ! her gentle, winning ways Were as sweet as autumn days, And we ne'er can forget her loving smile. Oh ! her days were like a gleam Of glad sunshine o'er life's stream. And they passed like a brief and cloudless day, And her spirit took its flight At the coming of the night To the sweet land of angels far away. Yes ! we hope to meet her there, 'Tis the burden of our prayer That when stern death shall claim us for his own. That we once again may meet. In her home, supernal, sweet; 'Twill cheer us though we walk thro' life alone. Music by F. Buckley. Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell «& Company, Boston 122 ^he W f loch. TH^ OLD CLOCK. RAPIDLY counting the hours away From early dawn to the twihght gray, From shades of eve to the morning Hght, Steadily ticking throughout the night, Measuring moments of priceless joy, Hours intermingled with griet's alloy. Ceaselessly moving its busy hands, On the mantel high the old clock stands. When all is hushed save the distant roar Of the wild sea by the rocky shore ; When through the dark'ning gloom of night The moon peeps forth with radiance bright ; When silently the soft beams fall On the old clock's face against the wall. It seems possessed of a magic power As its voice proclaims the midnight hour. As it marks the bounds of passing time With its ceaseless tick and joyous chime, While \S\& -present hours it holds so fast It also points to the buried past ; And speaks of the future, fair and bright To those who walk in the path of Right, Singing, in accents of hope and love, *' Thou shouldst i\\Q present hour improve." I wondetj if he loves me? 123 / WONDER IF HE LOVES ME? T WONDER if he loves me? JL I really cannot tell, These men are so deceitful And play their part so well ! He says that he's been constant Since he in love did fall, But then I am quite fearful He says the same to all. He says my ej-es are brighter Than stars which shine on high, And tells me that the roses With m}^ cheeks cannot vie ; He says that all might envy My tresses' golden hue. And quotes from all the poets To prove his love is true. Whene'er I hear his footstep, My heart is full of joy ; But then it is the fashion For ladies to be coy ; And so I shall not tell him That I his love return ; ■ I think it is much better To let him live and learn. Music by C. Koppitz. Copyriglited by G. D. Kussell & Company. JJoston. 124 ^tan4 by the Baunei:| ot Columbia. STAJVn BY THE BANNER OF COLUMBIA, FAIREST land beneath the sun, the cradle oi the brave, Given to thy keeping is sweet Liberty to save ; O'er no haughty despot shall thy starry banner wave, 'Tis the flag of the brave and free. Freedom's banner once unrolled, oh ! may it ne'er be furled, 'Gainst all rash invaders be our fearless legions hurled ; Pride of ev'ry freeman and the glory of the world Is the land of the brave and free. God is with our army, 'tis the bravest of the brave, With our gallant navy, as it rides on ev'ry wave, " Life without dishonor, or an unremembered grave," Is the motto of each and all. From the gorgeous firmament we've culled the brightest stars. Mingled with its azure sky the white and crimson bars, Symbols of fair Liberty, its triumphs and its scars, 'Tis the flag of the brave and free. Radiant with glory is the banner we adore. Floating in its beauty o'er our freedom-hallowed shore. (pln|i$t stilletb the (^empest. 125 May our fervent gratitude for Freedom's blessings soar To the Fountain of good on high. Guide, O Father, guide us in the paths of Truth and Right, Guard our fearless nation with an overruling might, Bless our star-gemmed banner, make it holy in the sight Of thy children for evermore. O'er our countr}^ o'er our flag, and o'er our na- tion's fame, Watching with a pure delight sweet Freedom's living flame. Dwells our sainted Washington. We glorify his name With the flaor of the brave and free ! Set to Music and Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell & Company, Boston. CHRIST STILLETH THE TEMPEST, THE darkness ruled o'er all The weaves on ever}^ hand, And clouds hung like a pall O'er the sea and o'er the land. The hoarse winds wildly swept O'er the frail and straining bark ; But Jesus calmly slept Through the tempest, wild and dark. 126 X^n Ts^nn Beach. At length a fearful cry From the disciples came, Who fearing then to die Had called aloud his name. Jesus rebuked the wind, To the waves said, " Peace, be still.'* And bade the storm abate, Obedient to his will. The dark clouds trembled, smiled (Which erst had wailed aloud). The conscious waves grew mild. Beheld their God and bowed ! OJV LYNN BEACH. THE beach is gray with evening shades Where breaks the white-capped sea, And as the last, faint sunbeam fades, The winds chant sweet and free. Now, all is dark save where the stars And moon shed mellow light. And here and there the lurid bars Stream forth from windows bright. From windows by the dim, dark shore. Where all is calm and still. Save where the moaning billows roar And wail their grief at will. Br^othci], doii'i go out tgo-night. 127 Now, silent night has spread its wing O'er sunset's fading glow ; The waves, like golden censers, swing The starlights to and fro ! O sea ! how earnestly thy voice Speaks to the earthly frame. That He who made thy bounds His choice Is Lord of man the same ! BROTHER, DON'T GO OUT TO NIGHT BROTHER, don't go out to-night. Stay at home, please do, with mother; Do not leave us here alone, That's a dear, kind, darling brother ! Mother's dying, only think ! And she may not live till morning ; She may die while you're away ; Heed your little sister's warning. Brother, I am but a child. Yet I know wine's awful power ; It has cursed our little home Till we have no happy hour ; Take the pledge, and don't go out, Be the past forgot, forgiven ; Then will mother bless her boy Ere she goes from earth to heaven. 128 Mails. T TRUE i^RIENDSHIP. IS not our y?^ I e7id who flatters and exalts, But he who kindly tells us of our faults. DELICACY IN EXPRESSING LOVE. Love is a sweet, but very fragile word, Which often breaks as soon as it is heard. ON AN ERRING MAN. He has grave faults ; but who has not? His virtues must not be forgot. HOME. A PALACE mere no light of home imparts. For home is formed of kind and loving hearts. COMPARATIVE THEFT. Who robs us of our hme does worse Than he who simply steals our purse. IN CHOOSING A FRIEND. That man who to himself \^ true Will prove a sincere friend to you. TRIFLES. 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