Class _JL!!i^_2_s5/c5^ Copyright ]^?____^^^^ CQEHRIGHT DEPOSm WASHINGTON MONUMENT, MOt'NT VEKNUN PLACE, ETC., BALTIMORE, MD. Rich In Historic Associations. In Verse and Prose Historic, Patriotic, Descriptive, Sentimental, Humorous, etc. BY EDWIN HIGGINS, M. A. Member of the maeyland Bae AiTTHOE, LECTtJKES, Addkesses : "Great Cities;" "The Old Defenders ; " " Sesqui-Centenial ; " " Francis Scott Key ;" "Municipal Government;" etc. Legal and other Works KING BROS. CITY HALL PLAZA BALTIMORE <^ 1S16 COPTEIQHT EDWIN HIQGINS 1916 ^■: ©CI,A438965 CONTENTS. PAGE HISTORIC— Lord Baltimore — Oecilius Calvert 1 Baltimore : The City of Sable and Gold 2 Baltimore (Washington) 4 Baltimore (Lafayette) 5 The City of The Sun God 6 Historic Guns : Fort McHenry 7 Washington — America 9 General John Eager Howard 11 Memorial Tablet, Mount Vernon Place Church (to Francis Scott Key) 11 Remarks of Edwin Higgins (Mount Vernon Place Church , 12 Key's Grave 16 Columbus 17 PATRIOTIC— Our Country 19 The Flag and The Song 21 Our Flag 23 Independence Day. 25 Monument to Men of the American Revolution 26 "Follow the Flag"— Winfleld Scott Schley 28 The Battle Monument 29 The Day We Celebrate 30 The President is Dead (President McKinley) 31 Washingtonian Movement 32 PAGE Frances E. Willard 34 Monument to Key ( San Francisco) 36 The Ballot 37 Victory : Througli .Sunshine and Storm 39 Oklahoma 40 Inauguration Day, 1909 40 The Glory of Nations 42 Sources : Inspiration of The Star-Spangled Banner . . 44 THE LAW AND THE TEMPLE 52 Reverdy Johnson 57 THE GREAT FIRE 60 Church of the Messiah 67 Jubilee Hymn 67 DESCRIPTIVE— The Black-Eyed Susan 69 The Chesapeake 70 Mondawmin 72 The Train 73 St. Margaret's 75 The Rambler 76 Arbor Day : City and Country 78 Lost and Found 79 The Old Clock and The New 81 An Ocean Shell 82 The Dandelion 83 Twin Oaks 84 The Green and The Blue 85 The Buttercup 87 Strawberries 88 PAGE Thunder Shower 89 The Snow Bird 89 A Druid 91 Earth's Morning Song 92 The Daisies 93 A Crystal Morning 94 Song of the Brook 95 Uncle Watty and President Lincoln 96 SENTIMENT— The Morning Glory: The Glory Bells 103 Myrtle and Snow 104 The Century 105 Halcyon Das^s Draw Nigh 107 Autumn Days 108 The Simple Way 109 Poe's Grave : Poe 110 Words 112 Songs of the Wire 114 The Songs of Children 116 The Home-Comers 118 Winter's Harp 121 Sequel to Winter's Harp 122 A City of Refuge 123 A. D. and B. C 125 The Calendar 125 Thanksgiving Hymn 126 Echoes 127 Cloudland at Sunset 128 Good-Night 129 The Elms • 130 Be Patient 131 PAGE Look Up 132 Autumnal Reveries 133 The Winds and Tlie Leaves 134 The Christmas Tree 134 Winds of the Night 136 An Autumnal Musing 137 The New Year 139 A Wish 140 Baltimore's Oldest Florist 141 HUMOROUS— Rover's Appeal 143 The Oyster Man 144 Hagar and Ishmael 146 Jim — James : 5 Years^ — ^25 Years 147 Tip— The Blacksmith's Dog 149 The Children's Car 151 Chanticleer 153 The Woodpecker 154 The Hermit King (for Oyster Roasts, etc.) 155 PREFACE. A Sheaf, from a Harvest of Years, brings together some of the Verse and Prose of the "Writer. While much of it appertains to Baltimore — the home of his manhood years — its purpose is to give pleasure to its readers, generally; promote interest in the useful and beautiful things in nature and every-day life ; praise the brave and good among men and women, emphasize their deeds; encourage love for Our Country, and for our fellows, everywhere. Having passed the three-score and ten, and pressing on toward the four-score years, with vision unimpaired, with freedom from pain, he would be recreant to the best impulses of his heart should he have failed to rec- ognize and laud the Almighty Hand which cares for the birds and flowers, and rules in the affairs of men and nations. E. H. Historic. LORD BALTIMORE— CECILIUS CALVERT. Mabyland Day — Mabch 25th. (Suggested hy the Statue in front of the Court House and Plaza, Baltimore, Md. Erected hy Society of Colonial Wars in the State of Maryland.) Out of the mist and the haze of a cheerless dawn Conies the bravest harbinger of a glorious mom, And unfurls to wistful gaze of a waiting world A standard with freedom aglow — with love empearled. The Ark and the Dove, their venturesome wandering take, Over the sea, — the storm-swept seas, — for conscience sake — There's an old-time story of an Ark and a Dove ; And here's a beautiful one of refuge and love ! By the silver brink the rejoicing Pilgrims land, And lowly kneel and adore on the golden sand; The forests primeval, the red man's welcome bring. And the depths of azure with sacred anthems ring. From the historic river and the cross-crowned hill, The welcome and the anthems are echoing still: — For us bountiful rivers, on-widening, have flown, And harvests resplendent on their borders have grown. For blessings transcendent from tlie bold Founder's hand, As precious as the pearl from old ocean's gray strand — The mountains and valleys, the hills, country and town Are bringing for him laurel, instead of a cro'^^ni. By the temple of Justice, — its wide-open gate,— The brave Calvert is standing, and with radiant face, A great, teeming city loves to honor and praise — And will, to the listening world, to the end of days. Enduring the foundation of the brave young State, In the domain of conscience laid, it made him great ! Would you for Justice and her service be enrolled? Then, march beneath the Banner of Sable and Gold ! It is well to think of the majestic 3^0 ung Knight, The bold seeker for freedom who sought it aright; Honor him ever — for it is Love's golden chord Which binds us together, — and it binds us to God! BALTIMORE: The City of Sable and Gold. (The colors of Baltimore's Flag are SaUe and Gold, derived from Lord Baltimore. They suggest to the writer this iwm de plume for the City.) I. Beautiful Oity 'neath the Sable and Gold More beautiful growing as the years grow old ! The Oriole sings in the Druid's great trees. The Black-eyed Susan in the whispering breeze; "We sing of the Knight who with God-given dreams Built a home for Freedom by Maryland streams; The legends of far-off lands, the days of yore, In the charming story of old Baltimore. II. Beautiful City — there is wealth at thy feet From mountains and prairies, our own Chesapeake; A birthplace for Progress; for Enterprise known. Thy gifts to the ages are everywhere strewn ! Here chisel and pencil honor deed and name, And the charms of genius lend lustre to fame — To banquets of good cheer, with wide-open door, We would welcome the nations to Baltimore! III. Beautiful City 'neath the Sable and Gold, Keep step to the music of the Star-lit fold! The brave at thy gates did thy triumph acclaim : Gave a glorious Anthem to the lips of Fame — 'Twill inspire th' ages, thrill humanity's chord, And the world will build sunward and Trust in God! Aloft! Sable and Gold, in the sunshine soar, And safeguard, with the Stars, our brave Baltimore! IV. Beautiful City, you ne'er, ne'er can grow old Uplifting the Standard of Sable and Gold. Build! Manhood and Valor, Wealth, Duty and Power; Build ! O Dower of Beauty ; Bud, Blossom and Flower ; Homes, monuments, spires; Science, Learning and Art— Build ! Army of Builders, witb. brawn, brain and beart ! Come, God's blessing invoke, build brave, strong and pure; We will build with the Builders of Baltimore ! May the particular blessings of Heaven rest * * * on the worthy citizens of this flourishing town of Baltimore. — Washington. BALTIMORE. She lifts aloft her jeweled arms, Above the distant hills ; And robes them with the loving care With which ber great heart thrills ; She plants the impress of her power On river, bay and shore ; And sail and steam and fire acclaim The fame of Baltimore ! She gives a glad, — a gracious hand, — 'Tis sweet to comprehend : — To welcome to her festive board, The land from end to end; While far away, o'er distant seas, She speeds her friendly spars. All ladened with the things which cheer, Beneath the Stripes and Stars ! O City brave, — by Yalor crowned ! See : Peace and Plenty greet ! They will through the strenuous years Lay tribute at thy feet; From toil and thrift, from wealth and skill, Through light and dark have risen Thy garnered treasures great and good, Beneath the smile of Heaven ! Her children long have wrought for her, And, with their wealth endowed, Have ne'er for a moment failed her, In fire, in flood or cloud : — For Country have scaled the mountains, For Country braved the sea ; For Country repulsed invaders. And bade the brave be free ! They will stand for her fame and glory, Guard them with filial care; They will think of her while toiling. And pray for her in prayer ! In their restful homes and toil shops, — With hearts where joy bells chime, — With their best love they will love her, Through every change of time ! Baltimoke : My campaign began with a personal obliga- tion to the inhabitants of Baltimore; at the end of it, I find myself bound to them by a new tie of everlasting grati- tude. — Lafayette. THE CITY OF THE SUN GOD. (Th-e word "Baltimore" is from the Irish tongue. It has heen said it may have heen derived from the Phenician god Baal, the god of the Sun and Fire. The Phenician^, the great commercial people of ancient day, settled the seaport town of Baltimore, in Ireland. When King James I gave George Calvert, his Secretary, a manor of several thousand acres at Baltimore, he bestowed on him. the title of "Lord Baron of Baltimore." The title descended to his son, Cecilius Calvert, the Founder of Maryland.) A City fair enshrines his name, Near bay of silvered blue ; Her thousand altars light their flame, And with his rays renew. She sends his name with glad acclaim, And will forever more, In onward march, with splendid fame. In that of Baltimore. There are calm days with cloudless skies, The gentle zephyrs sleep ; The Sun God floods with gorgeous dyes, The broad land and the deep. ISTo chime of bells, nor clarion's peal, Nor roar of rattling gun. You hear no sound, yet you can feel His glorious work begun. He walks majestic like a god, Through the wide realms of space. The morning star flees at his nod, And forthwith hides his face. He wakes anew the sleeping world, And dries night's glist'ning tears, With glowing splendors wide unfurled, Helps us to bear life's cares. There follow close his golden rays, The seasons with their train; The birth and death of nights and days, The blossom and the grain. About, within, his living flame Dear !Israture doth require; The World itself; its mighty frame Is nurtured by his fire. ISTo wonder then in days of old Men sought him, as divine; Poured out their incense and their gold, And worshiped at his shrine. Grod made the Sun and bade him shine Yicegexent of earth and air; Grod is the Lord; He is divine, Kneel thou to Him in prayer ! The City of Baltimore : Glorious, beautiful and prosper- ous. May she more and more reap the honors and advan- tages of her patriotic spirit and republican institutions. — ■ Lafayette, 1824. HISTORIC aUNS: FORT McHENRY. Come, wreathe with the fadeless laurel our historic guns, Their silence is more potent than music of their tongues ; 7 For the love of country, they have borne their wounds and scars ; On guard, in peace, we greet them beneath the Stripes and Stars ! Long live their deeds deep written in Freedom's battle story, For every deed so written is a chronicle of glory; We greet you, valiant Veterans ! You stood on guard through night And toiled and fought through tempests and triumphed for the right! O Veterans, in the roar of battle you may ne'er be heard, Columbiads of a restless age will sui-ely be preferred; Yet sunlike you will dispel the gloom of starless night Speak of the full-orbed day and the splendor of its might ! We have learned to love our City's flag, — new and yet 'tis old: Comrade for the Stars and Stripes, ^Tiie Sable and THE Gold ! They'll chant the Defense of T^orth Point, revere its honored name, And glory in the story of the brave McHenry's fame ! Can we forget our sires who so nobly manned the guns? T^o ! their lives in our being a crimson current runs ; We'll strew their graves with flowers, while they slum- ber in the dust; Cherish their eternal fame and in their God we'll trust ! Tribute our Country brings from realm of heroic Art To tbe ^brave, tried soldier, to the ^bard of valiant heart ; Our City stands resplendent, robed in Defenders' fame, She vows her love and care; she invokes the Holy l^Tame! *A name suggested by the writer for the Baltimore City Flag. ^Armistead. 'Key. WASHINGTON— AMERICA. (The first monument in the icorld to Washington was erected in Baltimore. The first site selected for it was that of the Battle Monument. The successful defense of the City in 1814 made a change, and the Washington Monu- ment loas placed in Howard's Woods, now Washington Place, on land a gift from General John Eager Howard. The City received a name lohich it has maintained : "The Monumental City.") In the morning hour of an eventful day There rose a chieftain of heroic mould; iN'ative of our soil; product of our home; ISTone nobler in the calendar of Time. He close to nature lived; breathed the spirit "Which haunts the mountain height at early dawn;- Of streams which fill the great sea to its brim ; The sea, majestic type of liberty ! He felt the thrill of the primeval wood ; Clasped the red man's hand; his endurance tried; In the open slept ; conned prophetic stars ; On virgin soil claimed inherent rights for man : The heritage of those to Freedom bom. In crucial hour repelled Oppression's sway; Blended the undismayed in patriot bands; In the gloom, stayed their living trust in God; On his country's altar his substance laid; The treasure of his valiant being poured. Wondrous the story: the eight long-drawn years, Hallowed by sacrifice of blood and tears. Through which he our fathers, in triumph, led And set above the clouds our starry fold; His gift — a comrade for the quenchless stars. His sword, subservient to the people's weal; See ! with stainless laurel and myrtle crowned ! These speak not the measure of his great fame — At his command the walls of State arose. With Freedom crowned, they touch the very skies. Entrenched in Justice may they ever stand. Templed for longings of the human soul, The Master-builder's skill and power proclaim ! He more than builder of a nation's fate — The architect of mighty Destinies For the struggling of every race and clime. The coming years will not obscure his fame ; Bear it on, undimmed, to the verge of time. The world's great heart will grateful homage pay To the Providence Who for ages gave Washington, the farmer, patriot, soldier, Statesman, Christian, sage! America: God set thee here- -apart — Blessed of every clime, and for every clan. He vision gave to longing heart and soul^ — The strong, the useful life, for every one. The walls of State are those of Righteousness, 10 Deep graven with her illustrious nanie; Alien wrongs repel, passions dark subdue; Toil, — with patience toil, — for the golden age: Bid man, the brother, stand, walk, leap and run, In Freedom's light, — seek her meridian sun! Haste ! warp and woof of kindly virtues weave. And belt the teeming globe with love around ; Knit the nations, all, in the Heaven-born bonds Of brotherhood for all the realms of Time! GENERAL JOHN EAGER HOWARD. Mabyland's Distinguished Soldieb ; Baltimoee's Benefactob. (A sentiment suggested hy the Equestrian Statue, Wash- ington Place, Baltimore.) ISTe'er the sculptured dome for him ; for him the bound- less sky, Where Summer's golden sunbeams glow; Winter's tem- pests fly. On the enduring granite read Howard's cherished name While he for centuries rides redolent with fame! LINES ON THE PROGRAM FOR THE UNVEILING OF THE MEMORIAL TABLET TO FRANCIS SCOTT KEY — Mount Vernon Place Methodist Episcopal Church. (Inscribed to the Baltimore Chapter, Daughters of the American Revolution.) I. At gateway of a City stood A singer of heroic mood; He swept his country's golden lyre: — The N^ation stands. — a glorious choir. 11 11. The Anthem of the brave and free, Fragrant of earth, — of sky and sea; Its every strain, — in grand accord; — The love of country: trust in God. III. The comrade for our starry fold Is Anthem vnth its chords of gold ; 'Tis comrade for our radiant stars : — For whom the goldeu ages are. IV. Here, — the Patriot-Poet fell on sleep; Here, — a hallowed fane doth vigils keep ; Here, — grateful hearts rear graven name, In loving tribute to his fame ! V. Midst heroes, founders, statesmen, seers; Treasures high heaped for all the years, Where the brave and true fondly linger. We greet our Country's bravest singer! THE UNVEILING OF THE MEMORIAL TABLET TO FRANCIS SCOTT KEY— January nth, 1913. Remabks by Edwin Higgins. It is with an appropriate service today we would mark the spot where three-score and ten years ago Fkancis Scott Key, the gifted author of "The Star- 12 Spangled Banner," departed this life. It was at the gateway of our city he set to music the valorous deeds of our fathers, performed in the defense of HomB, Country and Freedom. We think of ISTorth Point and Fort Covington; espe- cially of Fort McHenry and the memorable days and nights of September, 1814; flag of fifteen stripes and fifteen stars, in defiance waving above the ramparts of the valiant little fort. We send greetings to the monu- ment beneath which the Patriot-Poet sleeps, today, in dear old Frederick Town, under the shadow of the bluB hills of his childhood, where, when dying, he expressed the wish to be buried; to the magnificent statue in Golden Gate Park on the Pacific Coast facing the isles of the sea and the far-off, yet awakening, lands of the East; the beautiful memorial, only a bowshot away, crowning the knoll in Eutaw Place. While we cherish the record of Key as a jurist, dip- lomat, patriot, philanthropist and Christian — it is with united voices we sing the Anthem which has won for him, alike fame, and the responsive gratitude of the American people. This consecrated spot and historie neighborhood are rich with memories of Francis Scott Key. It was here the old flag, shell-riven and time- stained, was tendered as a pall for his burial in old St. Paul's graveyard. In the square to the right is tJie statue of Roger Brooke Taney, for twenty-eight years the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States. Taney married Key's sister. In the square to the left stands the statue of George Peabody, the bene- factor of two worlds. He was a comrade in arms with Key, in the same rifle company, and they equipped themselves at their own expense. The Peabody Insti- ls tute is on the site of the residence of John P. Kennedy, author and statesman, who gave the first place to a fac simile of "The Star-Spangled Banner" in the "Auto- graph Leaves of American Authors," which was pub- lished for "sweet charity's sake" in the throes of civil strife in 1864. We look upon the monument to Wash- ington — majestic in its simplicity, the first to his mem- ory — and we recall the fact that General John Ross Key, the father of the Poet, was a friend of Washing- ton, and at the beginning of the Revolution, in young manhood, as a lieutenant marched with his rifle corps from Frederick Town to Boston, and it is said, were the first troops from the South to cast their fortune with Washington and for the Independence of America. In August, 1791, President Washington, on his way from Mount Vernon to Philadelphia, was the guest of General Key at his home, Terra Rubra, on Pipe Creek. The neighbors for miles around came to pay their respects to the man who led in achieving the freedom of the country; the words with which he responded to their greetings are brimming with emotion. Washington was very fond of children — and it is scarcely a stretch of the imagination to believe he drew close to his side, and placed his hand in blessing on the little boy who was destined, in the Second War of Independence, to give the world a song which has thrilled the hearts of millions and enshrined in poetic beauty and power the flag which the great commander gave his country. General John Eager Howard, Mary-, land's most distinguished soldier and our City's great- est benefactor, gave the site for the monument and the squares about it. His equestrian statue is here. One of General Howard's sons married a daughter of Fran- cis Scott Key. 14 It was a notable occasion; a Democratic National Convention had assembled in the city. A throng of citizens and visitors assembled here in Howard's woods. There came a band of music in a wagon decorated with flags, drawn by eight gray horses. They came to honor the author of "The Star-Spangled Banner," who was the guest of his son and daughter in their home which was on the site of this church. The band played famil- iar and patriotic airs until Mr. Key appeared on the portico; then it rendered his song. A great wave of enthusiasm swept over the assemblage, spontaneous and overflowing; amid ringing cheers strong men wept and embraced each other. The original draft of "The Star- Spangled Banner" is in the safekeeping of the Walters Art Gallery, at the foot of the hill. May I be permitted to say that it is with more than pleasure I participate in the joy of those who have accomplished the patriotic work we witness today, for in December, 1894, not quite twenty years ago, I made the suggestion in writing to the Pastor and Trustees of this church. It was a patriotic woman that gave the marble for the statue of Washington which crowns the monument. The hands of devoted women fashioned the flag which inspired Key to sing the valor of the defenders and his country's glory. So in the twilight hours of this day, the Daughters of the American Eevo- lution unveil a beautiful memorial tablet, the work- manship of Hans Schuler, one of our own artists, in the most appropriate place in all the world, to the author of the ]^ation's Anthem, A word more. It was in September, 1814, Key went on his memorable mission of devoted personal friendr ship and patriotism. He pinned the white flag of peace 15 beneath that of his country, and gave more than ten days of his time, without compensation, to secure the release of a venerated friend who had been carried away on the enemy's fleet as a prisoner; threatened with summary vengeance for the alleged violation of duty as a non-combatant, Key became a prisoner of war; put in peril his own life to secure the release of his friend. The Divine Being without whose notice a sparrow doth not fall to ground, saw the gracious deed and opened wide for Key the door of opportunity; placed a song in his heart and bade him wait until his countrymen had won the victory at Baltimore, and then enter the Temple of Fame to sing his country's glory. Secure, the land, from failure and decay while its mothers and daughters perpetuate the good and the great in bronze and stone ; make them themes for praise around the hearthstone, and write them deep in the lives of grateful people. Fortunate the man whose name is blended with his country's honor, her fame and her glory, A IS^ation's lyric! It sings its way from every schoolhouse, on the lips of our children to every home in the land. It is the ligation's song in peace and war. The Song of the Nation: it greets the uplifted Flag — the symbol of the Eepublic of the "West, at the rising of the sun, to inspire us to worthy and ennobling deeds. It is the Song of the Flag and the Nation, at the going down of the sun to commend us to the care and guidance of Him who hath made and keeps us a Nation. Key's Orave — Frederick, Md. 'Neath blaze of day, Night's sable bars, Sleep, Patriot-Poet, sleep ! The Flag, the great hills and the stars Their sleepless vigils lieep ! 16 COLUMBUS. (The first monument to ColumMs in America is at the Sa/m- uel Ready School, Baltimore. The following lines were suggested liy the unveiling of a hronze ^creath on the monument to Columhus in Druid Hill Park.) Avaunt ! Ye years of disappointed hope, Of fruitless effort, unrequited toil. Avaunt! Faith broken, weariness of heart, Dreams and visions gone out in nothingness. Avaunt! Perils, travail and disasters, Beneath shredded sails and on splintered beams, "With mutinous crew, o'er starless, storm-tossed waves. Avaunt ! Hate, chains and prison 1 Cruel wrongs On him heaped more than mountain high — Avaunt ! Oft it's lot of those who love their fellows To suffer. It's the penalty and crown For the noblest and most sacred of gifts On the race bestowed — while the giver lives. Love for others means sacrifice and toil; Love supreme — blood, aye, life itself — laid down That others may be blessed. When contempt, envy, hate and greed their course Have run and lie buried in oblivion's grave, The benefactor lives. After-time doth Atonement make. His deeds are on our lips, His memory in our hearts. Brave Genoese, Of bold, strong, undaunted, heroic soul! Sons of thy native clime before thee stand, 17 At thy feet their children sweet tribute lay, And all who dwell within our broad domain, And those who delve the ocean's depths around, And all who by majestic thoughts and deeds Are profoundly stirred — in deep reverence stand — With glowing love in heart, and praise on tongue, Before thy eternal fame ! 18 Patriotic. OUR COUNTRY. (The United States of America. An ImperishaMe galaxy of unquenchaMe stars.) Her glorious mountains kiss the skies, The seas chant at her feet : For her Morn weaves his Orient dyes, And Stars their jewels keep. For her pure fountains pour their rills A-down the fragrant plain; Majestic rivers cleave the hills, Resistless to the main. Rich harvest fields and meadow land, Great lakes and glens of green, With wooded heights and heavens grand Make up the matchless scene. Here's home and school and sacred spire, And ways of stone and steel ; The whirl of wheel and flame of fire — • Ten thousand anvils peal. 19 Here Learning rears her stately crest, Science her altar fire; The Ages bring their offerings blest To lift our country higher. O'er our broad land no monarch reigns To dazzle or to awe; Justice the rights of man maintains In majesty of law. A hallowed love about her clings, Its fragrance ne'er can die; The memory of her heroes brings The tear to every eye. For her ten million sons would bare The breast to every foe; Would seal the lips with praise and prayer And let the life blood flow. Her flag sweeps o'er the boundless deep, In splendor waves on high — O God of Love, our country keep, And lift her to the sky! Nothing less than the very best is goocl enough for our country. 20 THE FLAG AND THE SONG. (Two incidents referred to in the Poem may need explana- tion : Major George Armistead, commandant of Fort McHenry during the bombardment, (September 13 and 14, 1814, was ordered to vacate it; he persisted, and maintained a successful and hrilliant defense; in the darkness preceding the morning of the l^th the firing ceased, and Mr. Key was in doubt and suspense until "the daivn's early light" revealed Our Flag triumph- wntly waving over the battlements. The Poem was dedi- cated, ivith her permission, to Mrs. Hubbard, the icife of Major E. B. Hubbard, Commandant of the Fort, and was read by her at a reception given at the Fort to the Daughters of the American Revolution, May 20th, 1909. A city paper, referring to the occasion, states : " 'The Flag and the Sotig' was lionored with enthusiastic ap- plause and the author was presented a wreath by little Miss Hubbard." ) Abandon the foi*t? Tear the glorious ensign down? Open the gateway to the bold Baltimore Town? ISTay, say the men with "greyhounds" abroad on the sea; We have never been conquered and never can be ! There stands brave J^orth Point, with its battle nobly won; This is Fort McHenry, with brave men at each gun. The sun sinks in darkness, but on, on, goes the fight ; The brave are heroes in the dark as in the daylight. The stars burn their torches through the perilous fight. For heroes stake their lives for their country and right ; Lo ! rifts in the battle clouds — the halo of flame ; There is incense for valor; there is honor and fame. 21 Red-handed the missiles hurled — demons of slaughter, Yet the defenders of home ne'er quail or falter ; The rockets' red glare and the bombs bursting in air Give proof through the night the defenders are still there. In the throes of conflict, in the tem-pest of night, Was one who loved his country with whole soul and might : When silence stilled the voice of the fort and the deep His great heart was so torn it would fain sing or weep. He watches for dawn. Lo I it transfigures the skies ! Folds up the robes of night and bids the sun arise. He robes with gold the fort, the river's frowning shore, The embattled hills and the valiant Baltimore. Choirs unseen are chanting adown the azure steep, Bugles and trumpets calling o'er the Chesapeake; Patapsco's dancing minstrels sweep the silver chord; United their voices — we stay our trust in God ! Key hears the mystic music, scans the glowing skies, High in cloudless splendor his country's banner flies ! His heart with song o'erflows with the triumphant mom; — It was thus, my countrymen, our country's song was born. Ne'er can the world forget McHenry's thrilling story; Its bold, intrepid band of deathless fame and glory ; Ne'er can it forget the patriot, hero, singer; He thrills a nation's heart ; will thrill it forever. 22 Flag of the Free, majestic! of blue field and the stars, Of morning light and crimson, we love thee for thy scars ! Dear song for the ages ! a people brave and free, In thy fair presence stand and homage pay to thee ! Here the shades of the heroes tread the watchful round, Man the storied battlements — consecrated ground. We march 'neath the starry flag, fairest ever given, The joy of our country's heart — glory crowned by Heaven. The brave Flag of our I^Tation Hath a glad anthem won, And it will follow the Flag, As the sunshine the sun! OUR FLAG. Flag Day, .June 14. (The Flag tvas adopted June 14, 1777.^ AiB : — "Maryland, My Maryland," or Other Simple Air. Our Flag is waving in the breeze Like blooming boughs on fragrant trees, O'er mountain height, o'er boundless main, O'er prairies rich with golden grain. O'er cities fair, with happy throng. O'er cannon with their thunder song; 'Tis waving high, o'er school and home. As proudly as o'er stately dome. 23 Or, For the First Verse, if Preferred, Substitute this Stanza Oh., see, Our Flag is inarching by, It robes the street, illumes the sky; There's cheering by rejoicing throng, The Anthem's strains, the cannon song; 'Tis waving high, o'er school and home, As proudly as o'er stately dome; 'Tis marching far o'er land and sea, In footsteps of the brave and free! About its fold doth glory cling, Like blossoms on the breast of Spring; Its tints born of the jeweled morn When Day treads in the steps of Dawn, Were woven there by patriot band When cries for Freedom rent the land; They batbed its stripes in blood and tears And rose triumphant o'er their fears. It fires the heart of youtb and age With spirit of a deathless page ; It breaks Oppression's iron rod. Bids all the world have faith in God. O Flag, lead Freedom's mighty host Till every human heart may boast In every land beneath the sun That all ber battles have been won! A Pledge : (All standing with uplifted hand.) Majestic standard of tbe free, We pledge anew our love to thee ! 24 An Invocation : (All with bowed or uncovered head.) Almighty God, Thine arm defend Our blended Stars till time shall end ! Amen/ OK A Pledge : Majestic Standard of the Free! Thine nobler triumphs yet to be ! We pledge them by thy quejichless Stars ! Thy glowing stripes and valiant scars! An Invocation : O God, beneath Thy gracious arm The ages march, secure from harm; Glory-crowned e'er our Standard be — Majestic Standard of the Free! Amen! INDEPENDENCE DAY. We greet our country's natal day; 'Tis fragrant and sublime; It for the people blazed the way Through all the realms of tim.e. On sunlit peaks the cedars sing, From snow-clad cliffs clear fountains spring- They blend their voices with the sea : A mighty chorus of the free. 25 When it aroused the dreaming world And bade night's shadow ilee, It set a standard — wide unfurled — From mountains to the sea. "The morning stars" are wont to sing; In haste to earth their torches bring, And set them in our star-lit fold, Each glowing star a lamp of gold. Oh, deathless day! Brave, bold and strong, A legacy'' for time ! Declaring right, denouncing wrong, To every race and clime. The patriot's soul speaks forth in thee — 'Tis boundless love, deep as the sea, Speaks to the world: Be true, be free, And win the sweets of liberty! The struggling see thee from afar, They seek thy radiant light; They look to thee, their polar star. And steer their course aright. Freedom's songs will the nations sing: List ! The eternal arches ring ! Anthems of love and sacrifice To God, who rules the earth and skies. MONUMENT TO MEN OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION. A graceful shaft, in beauty stands ! A stainless gift from patriot hands! About, a glad, rejoicing throng, With lips attuned to grateful song. 28 The mountain glen, the smiling hill, The fruitful field, the singing rill, The shores of bay, the ocean's strand, And every nook of Maryland — Are wreathing garlands here for thee; For those who fought to make us free; Who brooked a tyrant's royal sway And cleared the way for Freedom's day ! By valor crowned, these men of old Did noble work — precious as gold ; Their worthy deeds will shine afar, As in the dawn the Morning Star. Exhaustless theme ! Living glory : — Jeweled book in country's story ; Its every page, bold and sublime Record of an ennobling time. The Cambridge elm, the JSTorthern pine, Dark Valley Forge, the Southern vine. And Yorktown's crowning triumph won, Tell of the brave and Washington ! O burning sun ! stars by night ! You saw their consecrated fight. O winds ! O clouds ! O storms of snow ! Their sacrifice you all do know! They need not gold, nor bronze, nor stone; They are robed in glory, all their own; They need not speech, nor pen, nor song, For to the ages they belong. 27 Yet grateful hearts would speak their praise; The votive marble heavenward raise, For deeds achieved by noble strife Uplift the world — to higher life! Stand, patriot shaft ! Stand robed in white ! You'll speak aloud — and speak aright — To list'ning ages as they come : — For God, for Country, and for Home! O Thou, whose providential hand Hath saved for us a favored land. Save this shaft ; bid its truths sublime Bless all the world to end of time ! FOLLOW THE FLAG. Winfield Scott Schley. ''Follow the Flag" : It is waving o'erhead, The Chieftain signaled: the Brooklyn led. Heroes go crashing through the crimsoned deep, The giant guns in deep-tongued thunder speak; They sweep a valiant foe from the Western sea And burst his sceptred chains for Liberty! A seaman falls near the Chieftain's bridge — Toss him to the waves? 'Twould be sacrilege: 'No lead for his feet — bring the purest gold; Glory for his bed, 'neath yon starry fold — Give him sacred rites ; stay, lay him to rest In some quiet dell — on his country's breast ! 28 The stainless laurel wreathe for victory won: For men beside, for men behind, the gun ; Wreathe for the stokers in the fiery pits, "Wreathe for the brave that man the glowing ships, Wreathe for the humblest as for Chieftain tall. Fame ! on all let thy crimson splendors fall ! The Chieftain speaks : "There's glory enough for all !" O'er the billows of Time^ Fame's pennons will go As at close of the day off Santiago ; In the open, see, the bold Chieftain will stand, l^one braver among men, the first in command ! Cuba: Queen of the Antilles, From thy ashes arise! For, lo ! at thy feet lies the proud fleet of thy foe, All wrecked and strewn off the shores of Santiago — Thy freedom is won ! THE BATTLE MONUMENT. Bring the Flag, the Song, and music ; Bring flowers beautiful and rare ; Come ! stand with your brow uncovered In spirit of praise and prayer — At foot of the memorial column, In Battle Monument Square, The shades of heroes immortal Today are encamping there ! On Anniversary Days bring out ttie sweetest fabrics from the cedar chest of memory. Put me down $50,000 for the defense of Baltimore. — IscMC McKim. 29 THE DAY WE CELEBRATE. The Twelfth of September. A host of glorious memories Are watching o'er the deep, Camping on North Point's battle field, On Fort McHenry's keep, Marching down the rejoicing hills All jubilant to greet The brave Patapsco's stream of song, The chanting Chesapeake. Tents they spread for the sacred dead Along the river shore, And guard the gateS; the open gates. Of dear old Baltimore. They throng our homes, unseen they tread The wharf, the mart, the street; Yet you can see their pathway bright By radiance pure and sweet — In glowing stripes of white and red Tn splendor drooping down, In galaxy of golden stars Shining in azure crown. Their lips are silent, but on curs A nation's song sublime ! Born of their fight for human rights, We celebrate the time. Oh, memories of the olden days. Deeds of courageous men — Grand heritage from hero breed, Come, live for us again ! Come, wreathe today yon marble shaft. All redolent with fame, 30 And crown with glory's fadeless wreath Each deathless hero's name! We pledge anew to our dear land, Invoking from above The guidance of God's gracious hand Out of His depths of love! The Declaration of Independence was openly proclaimed in Baltimore, July 29th, 1776, from the old Court House, which stood on the site of the Battle Monument. The Declaration of Independence and "The Star-Spangled Banner" — idealistic and yet practical — are inseparable com- rades in perpetuating the Union of the American States and In the upbuilding of human freedom. "The Star-Spangled Banner" : the Jubilate of the Ameri- can people. It has had three names : "The Defense of Fort McHenry" ; "The Bombardment of Fort McHenry," and the present name. Bax,timoee : The City of "The Star-Spangled Banner." — Benjamin C. Hotcard. THE PRESIDENT IS DEAD. (On the Death of President McKinley.) The city stays her busy hand, The plows in furrows idle stand; The mountain crapes its lofty head With cypress crowns and robes of lead — The President is dead! The sails are sable on the deep. The rivers in the valleys weep; The flag is lowered — there's muffled drum — Our hearts are chilled, our lips are dumb — The President is dead! 31 The nation writes a cherished name Far up the heights of splendid fame ; The sun is shining : 'tis darksome night- God lets it be : it must be right — The President is dead! The nation bears his fragrant bier With clasped hands and flowing tear — Committed to her loving care, She trusts his God, she can not fear — The President is dead ! WASHINQTONIAN MOVEMENT. The noted Washingtonian Movement began in Balti- more. It was organized in 1840 by six workingmen, who had been members of a social, drinking club. They pledged themselves, as gentlemen, to become total ab- stainers. Within a year, the society, known as the ''Washington Temperance Society," had seven hundred members, and rapidly extended over the country; a quarter of a million would be a low estimate of the habitual drinkers of intoxicants reclaimed — -probably one-third of them drunkards. Its most prominent advo- cate, John H. W. Hawkins, of Baltimore, who had been a hard drinker, was reclaimed by his little daugh- ter. The question has been asked why the Movement was named in honor of Washington. It may have been because Washington in a letter to a nephew urged him not to drink ardent spirits for they had been the ruin of one-half of the workingmen in the country ; and they doubtless recalled the fact that Washington organized 32 the army to suppress the Whiskey Insurrection in West- em Pennsylvania in 1796. He reviewed the troops in Cumberland, Md., and appeared amid the applause of the people for the last time in his uniform. It may have been because they had heard of the following pledge and agreement between Washington and his gardener : "Philip Barter, the gardener, binds himself to keep sober for a year, and to fulfill the duties of the place, if allowed $4 at Christmas with which to be drunk 4 days and 4 nights, $2 at Easter to effect the same purpose, $2 at Whitsuntide to be drunk for 2 days; a dram in the morning and a drink of grog at dinner and at noon. "For the true and faithful performance of these things the parties have hereunto set their hands this 23rd day of April, A. D. 1787. "Philip Baeteb. His (X) Mark. "George Washington. "Witness : "George A. Washington. "Tobias Lear.'" It is more than probable, however, that these work- ingmen gave this name to their Movement because they esteemed the man who, having won freedom for his country, preserved and strengthened it by the bulwarks of the Constitution and Laws, entrenched in the affec- tions of a grateful people. The Washingtonian Movement gave the impulse to the Temperance Cause which led to the organization of societies pledged to secure legislation to restrict and suppress the traffic in intoxicating liquors for beverage 33 purposes. The Washingtonians believed that when tired or weary it was better to take a "nap" than a "nip." There is an interesting story of the old Wash- ingtonian Banner, of white satin, fringed with golden tinsel — 8 feet by 11 feet. The Banner became the property of the writer, and he recently presented it for safekeeping to the Women's Christian Temperance Union of Baltimore, retaining the portraits of the foun- ders of the Movement. It was the privilege of the writer to draft the law placing the Temperance Text- books in the schools of Maryland, at the request of the W. C. T. U., and, as President of the Maryland State Temperance Alliance, to actively participate with Jona- than K. Taylor and others in securing its enactment. FRANCES E. WILLARD. (Every State may jjlace tioo Statues of citizens whom they would honor in Statuary Hall — the old Senate Cham- ber- — in the Capitol, Washington, D. C. The only ivoman in the group of illustrious patriots is Frances E. Wil- lard.J Kich merit wins a trophied triumph here, Redolent of prairies and inland seas ; Gift to the l^ation from a sovereign State. The grace and charm of loveliness are here To bless the depths and heights of human life. Love, — sublimest element of our being. Far more than filled her gracious heart to brim; It bade her dear hand with white ribbon bind 34 The destiny of millions of her kind, For all the years, beneficent to come; Plant their fair standard, pure, strong and free, Beneath the starry flag of Liberty. Duty, — talisman of laborious years. Blent powerful forces for her country's weal; Disclosed the insidious wiles of ancient wrongs; Led her the Evangel for a nobler life By paths untrod, up ideal heights to climb, Bearing th' insignia of a new day's star. She touched the smould'ring ashes on the hearth; Dissipated the gloom of saddened homes ; Strewed afar flowers of Spring for childhood's feet; Give it carol and song and grateful praise. In ruder age she would have won the name Of Saint, and anniversaries kept her fame. With spirit of the Master deep imbued, She would stay with gentleness th' ills of life; Build happy homes, plant trees and fruits and flowers Along the rugged wastes of earth and time — Sheathe th' envenomed blade, furl ensanguined flag; Bid th' angels of our better nature reign. She needs no efiigy to plead for fame ; Gratitude wreathes immortelles for her brow; It rears to her the fair and sculptured stone. Mark it well — she only of womankind — She who touched lives with deeds of deathless love — Stands midst the crowned heroes of our dear land! O Illinois, at thy brave, bold command, Frances Willard midst our country's heroes stands, Clad in stainless robes, beautiful and white; "With those who for us wrote their names in blood ! 35 Brave Commonweal! thou crowneth. th' years of man Or woman who toileth for the common good; Sons and daughters are dear alike to thee: Treasured for an immortal destiny. On thy breast, her fame a fair jewel shines, Lends dimless lustre to thy stately crest ; Whilst thou shalt other sons and daughters give To country, to righteousness, and to God! MONUMENT TO KEY— San Francisco, Cal. (From Lecture, "Life and Times of Francis Scott Key") Key touched the heart-life of a young mechanic in Baltimore, who wandered in quest of fortune in other cities and South America, and finally found it by indus- try and sound business judgment on the Pacific Coast. James Lick reared the splendid monument to Key in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, at the cost of $60,000, and with the same pen founded the observa- tory which bears the name of its founder. Lick hon- ored Key and his song because they helped to make his own achievements and benefactions possible. He wished the world to know the sources of this inspiration in his life's work; to drink deep the spirit of patriotism and liberty, and, happy thought ! his eyes having lingered with fond delight upon the stars of the flag, he would that future generations should know more of those realms where God hath set emblazoned hosts of jeweled stars to declare His glory and to evoke the adoration, the wonder and the investigation of the race. The writer corresponded with Mr, Lick in reference to giving a fund for, or toward, a monument to Key to 36 be located in Patterson Park, commanding a view of j^orth Point, the Patapsco and Port McHenry. He had made the gift to San Prancisco, and it had been accepted. After his death, at the request of the Secre- tary of the Lick Trust, the writer prepared a biograph- ical sketch of Key which he sent with photographs of the Poet. They were used by the Sculptor, W. W. Story, in Rome, Italy, in designing the splendid me- morial to Key in Golden Gate Park, facing the Pacific and the far-off, awakening lands of the East. It may be of interest to note that our city has given a site for a monument to Key in Patterson Park; City and State have made contingent appropriations amounting to $25,000 towards it. Some day: — why not a splendid Memorial there, to commemorate the event and the men that made us a nation on the sea as on the land; a tribute to Valor and to Peace — to welcome the na- tions ? THE BALLOT. Hail, Symbol of Freedom ! Emblem of Might ! Ensign of Glory, and Champion of Right! Thy likeness appears in wonderful guise. Abroad in the land, on sea, in the skies : — A leaf from the bough of Liberty's tree, A crest on the wave of the restless sea, A star resplendent in the crown of night, A shaft from the sun in celestial white. Firm as the mountain, yet frail as the flow^er, Unknown to the ages, now regnant with power : Swift as the lightning to avenge a wrong; Thy hand sets to music the patriot's song. 37 Thy spirit doth the inspiration give : — The lowly and struggling arise to live, — ]!^ot in the dim twilight when sunset dies, — But in growing splendor, in Columbian skies. ')» V -p H- 'I- •*• Thy edict sends greetings or armies abroad; Thy voice for the right is the voice of God. Our fathers for thee reared an altar of right; For thee pledged their all in perilous fight; Bore thee resplendent through Tyranny's night, And crowned thee in triumph in Freedom's light. For thee were precious streams of crimson shed. And valiant hearts are sleeping with the dead. )|: ^ ^ i): Ni He Dastard and mean the act : the deed ill done, Which stifles the voice of the humblest one ! For place, in passion, for party, or self. Makes treason of conscience for greed or pelf. 'Tis beak of vulture, not an eagle's wind. Which replaces for thee a spurious thing; The mark of crime on the miscreant go brand. Who despoils thee with his impious hand — No honor for him, but an ignoble fame Will follow him beyond the grave in shame. But Honor and Love bring garland and voice To the Ballot which speaks the people's choice ! No casket e'er filled with jewels to brim. Or music which sings in a nation's hymn. So dear to hearts that for their country burn, As the precious life of the civic urn ! 38 VICTORY: THROUGH SUNSHINE AND STORM. The trees are naked; no vestige of green; Streams of sunshine in the branches are seen. The fields are drifted with untrodden snow; Beneath, the myrtle in beauty doth grow. Abroad, in the land, the tempest is heard; Spring is coming with the love-song of bird ! Stars hide their torches, reluctant to shine — Shine! myrtle and holly, cedar and pine! There is gloom above — the sun doth not shine; Yet a hand from above is clasping thine ! 1^0 night is so dark but it passeth away, Fading in the glory-light of cloudless day. Thy burden, though great, shall be lifted up, And angels pour blessings from Mercy's cup. The blossom and bird may live in the shade, But the world's heroes are by tempests made. Then on bravely work ! for doth not Heaven give The dark and the light in which men must live? Onward and upward! thy life-work perform; God will give victory through sunshine and storm ! 39 OKLAHOMA. Admitted July 4, 1908. There is a new star in the flag today, Shining in the blue, with resplendent ray; 'Midst other stars, the brave, the strong, the free — Grems in the galaxy of Liberty ! It guards a fair land where the crystal leaps To fragrant plains and to the ocean sweeps; It guards the great flocks the green hillsides crown; Meadows with floral wreaths to valleys down. It guards the eagle in his mountain flight, And the mountain, in its steep, dizzy height ; Guards the homes o'er Oklahoma's bosom spread, Where Joy and Peace in sweet procession tread. From the depths of wondrous beauty — grace — Oklahoma shines, prophetic of a race That shall project a nation's jeweled shield To defend the Right till the Wrong shall yield ; And then shall lift aloft, and love to own. The Nation's Stars before Jehovah's throne! INAUGURATION DAY. (Of President Taft; a great snoivstorm, March 4, 1909. j Above the splendor of the Capitol the Storm King holds his sway; 40 At the uplifting of Ms sceptre tlie snowflakes wing their way — They spread his tents o'er plain and mountain, and plant his standards 'round, Till all the trees are in silver robed and jewels crown the ground. Powerless the arm of man when Storm King shouts his battle cry, And sweeps the streets and avenues with battalions from the sky — He stays the trains and stills the wires; he obstructs the people's way Who would usher in with grand huzzas a Nation's fes- tive day! Then up to the Throne which rules the earth, the boundless realm of skies, On trustful wings, to stay the storm, prayers of sup- pliant millions rise! Lo ! sunbeams cleave the sable clouds, blend gold with the drifting snow — The rough old King lays his sceptre down, the winds breathe soft and low! Acclaim the day *and honor him who launched on Time's restless sea The Ark of the world's fondest hopes — a refuge for the free! Again in the jocund Springtime may a people's strength and flower The day of a golden epoch mark with pageantry and power ! 41 JSTow, to the blare of the trumpet and the roll-call of the drum, On, beneath the echoing arches, the cheering columns come. Beautiful ! the smile of Peace on helmets, tranquil light on swords. Marching to transport born of music — music of heaven- borne words ! On, on, to salvos of rejoicing beneath the Stripes and Stars, March our soldiers with their banners and our veterans with their scars ! Potent the freeman's ballot ! Wonderful the change it hath wrought ! It gives the palm to the victors after party conflicts fought ! l^ow, from our own dear land and the isles afar in the sea, There comes a thrilling fullness, the adoration of the free — Whether we bask in the sunshine or bow to the Storm King's rod. Forever this shall our motto be : We stay our trust in Ood! *The 30th day of April — Washington's First Inauguration Day. THE GLORY OF NATIONS. On through the ages gone the ruling power was Might ; Rarely was the crucial question asked, Is it right? The lion from his lair and the eagle in his flight, To rob, enslave and kill found calling and delight. 42 Ancient legions and squadrons o'ershadowed the world, And the weak trembled when their standards were un- furled ; From unhallowed ambition flowed great rivers of crime, The wreckage of nations strewed the ocean of time. ISTe'er for an hour, O weary, lose faith or despair; The day star will shine, the coming day will be fair ! Slowly — yes, slowly — the new light comes breaking in To sweeten earth's battle-field and its awful din. Our fathers blazed a way for Freedom and for Right, And built them a temple fair on the grave of Might. ' There are giants and Titans to be fought and slain E'er we stand rejoicing in Time's field of harvested grain. Why restless travail of men and nations for wealth? True comrades for life are Thrift, Contentment and Health ! Unstable as water, riches may run away; Ambition's the fleeting sunshine of a winter's day. It is not the wealth of the few, though fairly reared; Grandeur in living, though it with others be shared; Magnificent palaces adorning the skies. That bring to men and nations glory that ne'er dies. It is not the great city with its radiant street, Where Mammon treads heartless, with his hard, crush- ing feet; Or the broad acres where Ease would listlessly stray. That broadens upward for nations glory's highway. 43 The life pure and simple — this is Glory's goal — The sweet well spring of life for the body and soul ! Free and enlightened, though lowly the home life be, 'Tis to life of nations what salt is to the sea! Go, rob Night of her glory crown — the moon and stars That cheer the heart of man and bind its wound and scars ! Go, blot the sun at noontide from its radiant home — But spare the glory of nations — true life and the home ! J^e'er from fear or hate can Glory to summits rise ; Glory is born of love; is offspring of the skies; The brave, sturdy virtues weave an enduring story, For men and nations wreathe laurel crowns of glory. Out from the great brazen gun and the hostile spar Speed joyful message of peace from star to star ; And each list'ning star will become a radiant sun, A centre of growing love while the ages run. Some morn will Glory stand on heaven-lit peaks of Time, Plant her banner stainless there, beautiful, sublime; Stay, ever stay. Earth's crimsoned stream of tears and blood, And men and nations bind in bonds of brotherhood ! SOURCES OF THE INSPIRATION OF THE NATIONAL ANTHEM, "THE STAR=SPANQLED BANNER." In the realms of literature genius rears its own en- during monuments. The blended creations of the intel- lect and the heart survive the mightiest empires and 44 tlie stateliest fabrics of the human hand. A book, an oration, a page, a song touching from generation to generation the universal heart, carries the name of its author down through the ages. One-third of the Scrip- tures are poetic. Poetry is the enduring form of liter- ature. The patriotic songs of nations have been the repositories of stirring and memorable events, and at times the epitome of a nation's history. A prospector finding a nugget of gold knows no rest until, for more, he has explored the mountain stream from which it came. So the world would know more of the men whose genius has kindled the fires and replenished the flames and wafted the incense from the golden altars of literature in every heroic or enlightened age. The world invites investigation into the causes that have produced the masterpieces which evoke the ad- miration and the homage of time and have touched with potent influence the lives of men, Volcanic forces rear the loftiest mountains. The crushed shrub gives the sweetest fragrance. When the storm has ceased and the artillery of heaven is hushed into silence, all the tints of earth and sky blend in the beauty of the bow that spans the horizon. When night unfurls her banner in the sky she awakens the richest and purest notes of the feathered minstrelsy of the woodland. So it has ever been with the authors of the most notable productions in literature — some great stress of circum- stances must press upon them; some mighty tugging at the heartstrings must make them speak or sing from out the depths of their souls. History is rich with illus- trations. Francis Scott Key, the gifted author of the national anthem, "The Star-Spangled Banner," sprang from worthy, intellectual, heroic stock. His childhood 45 home, in Frederick County, Maryland, was amid scen- ery where nature had lavished beauty and fertility at his feet, and strewn splendor over the blue hills about him and in the spanning skies above his head; where history had planted her standards to commemorate noble deeds, never to fade or grow old. His associa- tion was from the first with those who had won for his country a place among the nations, and the stories of the sacrifices and triumphs of the American Revolu- tion were perennial themes around their hearthstones. His college days were passed in Annapolis, the "An- cient City," rich in provincial and patriotic history. His class in St. John's College, for its merit, won the title of "The Tenth Legion"— that of Julius Caesar's favorite army corps. His father, Gen. John Ross Key, in early manhood was a lieutenant in a company of riflemen at the be- ginning of the war; they marched to Boston, on foot, and were among the first to enroll under Washington; and, later on, he mustered a troop of horse, and they were en route to join Washington at Yorktown when Cornwallis surrendered. He was a friend and confidant of Washington. The great Chief enjoyed the hospitality of the Key home, Terra Rubra, in Frederick County, on his way to Phila- deelphia, the seat of Government, in 1791; and paid, with great emotion, a splendid tribute to the unfalter- ing devotion of her people to him and the Revolution. So the boy received kindly notice from him, and ever cherished precious, inspiring memories for the coming years. Francis Scott Key made his home in the District of Columbia when the seat of the Federal Government was located there, and was brought into social and pro- 4G fessional relations with representative people from all portions of the country. In the War of 1812-15 Key volunteered as a member of a rifle company which equipped itself at its own ex- pense; he served in Southern Maryland, and was Aid to General Samuel Smith in the battle at Bladensburg. A haughty and imperious foe that once ruled his coun- try invaded her borders and sought to restrict and domi- nate her affairs. He had witnessed the devastation of the shores of the Potomac, the Chesapeake and their tributaries; he had participated in the defeat and re- treat of his countrymen at Bladensburg, and he had looked with humiliation and chagrin on the capture and burning at the national capital. Pinning the white flag of peace beneath that of his country, he deliber- ately, as he states in a letter to his mother, gave ten days of his time in seeking for and securing the release of a venerated friend,* who had been carried away on the enemy's fleet as prisoner, threatened with summary vengeance for the alleged violation of his duty as a citizen or non-combatant. Key became a prisoner of war for his sake — put in peril his own life to secure the release of his friend. He who ruleth in the aflFaire of men and nations saw the gracious act of the patriot- prisoner, opened for him the gates of opportunity, and yet bade him wait until his countrymen had won the signal victory at Baltimore which led to peace between the nations and gave his country the freedom of the seas. While on this eventful mission Key heard the loud boasting that the chief city of his native State, which had sent out more privateers, "fleet clippers," "swift greyhounds of the seas," than any other against *Dr. William Beanes, a patriot of the Revolution. 47 the invaders should feel the arm of retaliation and re- venge ; that they would crush her rising power and sub- due the proud spirit of her people. While he saw and heard, the fires of patriotic indignation burned within him. He looked upon the fleet of the invaders — a very armada, with its host of veterans plummed with the victories won under Wellington, England's greatest cap- tain, and flushed by those but just achieved — and he saw it draw its cordon of aggression across the Patapsco and along its shores, and then rain shot and shell upon the valiant little Eort commanding the gateway to the city. Would it make resistance? Its voice of thunder in reply shakes the earth. It has been condemned. A band of brave men man its guns. Can it withstand the assault? Above its ramparts streams the flag of his country, made by fair hands within the city, which as a queen sits enthroned upon the adjacent hills and sends her sons to meet the enemy at her gates. It is bathed anon in the glow of sunshine, shrouded in the storm cloud of battle, or revealed through rifts in the gloom, by the rockets' red glare. That Flag is the symbol of his country's glory and power — the ensign of a lusty young giant, the Republic of the West. Long-drawn are the hours of that sleepless, watchful night to those who in the dark and rain tread with anxious steps the deck of the Minden. Before the dawn the smouldering guns are still. Silence broods over the Fort, the river and the shores. Alternate hope and fear elate or de- press the heart of Key. Silence — means it victory or defeat? It is the gleam of the early dawn. There is a flag — it waves high above the battlements of Fort Mc- Henry. It is — it is that of his country! The gates of opportunity are now flung apart. A song which had 48 been a dream in the past to him seizes the occasion — an occasion given by; heaven because he had done a gra- cious, noble act of self-sacrifice and for another, frag- rant with love of country and humanity. Sing, brave, patient, loving heart — full and overflow- ing — all you have seen, heard and felt ! Sing it all in undying numbers; the valor of freedom, the love of coim.try, and of "Trust in God" ! See history and prophecy unite. Courage and patriotism, strength and pathos, prayer and praise, mingle their elements in the song. 'Tis the bravest of all our songs — born at our city's gates, in the throes of battle, in the hour of tri- umph. Baltimore has many beautiful and appropriate names — none sweeter, however, than that of "The City of the Star-Spangled Banner." It is more than a pleasure to pen this imperfect tribute to the patriot- prisoner, the patriot-poet, and to send it to The Ameri- can, which hastened a century ago to give the N^ational Anthem to our country and the world. The JSTation has responded with emotion and ever-growing enthusi- asm to its inspiring strains. The anthem for peace and war, its sublime teachings, like the tints of the Flag, borrowed from earth and sky, will as comrade of the Declaration of Independence appeal to all of every race and clime who may love the rights of man down %o the "last syllable of recorded time." Did not Key meditate a patriotic song? In a letter to John Ran- dolph of Roanoke early in 1814 he says the country needs such a song.* *Judge Joseph H. Nicholson and Samuel Sands were pleasantly identified with the publication of "The Star-Span- gled Banner." 49 The subsequent career of Francis Scott Key illumes the years of his earlier manhood. They were the blos- soms on a tree which bore sweet and abundant fruit. I would fain add a few words. Several of his poems are fragrant with power and beauty of diction, notably, "The Welcome to Decatur," in which the author gives a name to the Flag, "The Star-Spangled Flag" ; "Mary Magdalene," which does appear among his published poems; a suggested, additional stanza to Burns' "John Anderson, My Jo" ; "Lord, with Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee," found in our Hymnals; "The l^oble- man's Son," Key's last poem, written a few days before his death. He was a lay reader for years in the Prot- estant Episcopal Church. "Wilberforce's Practical Christianity" was a favorite book. Key was the devoted advocate for 25 years in the colonizing of our Colored people in a home, and with a Republic of their own, in Africa. He manumitted his own servants. The names of some of his associates are deep-written in American history — Charles Carroll, who was not afraid to write "of CarroUton" after his name when it meant danger; James Madison, Pres- ident and the father of the Constitution of the United States; John Marshall, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States; Henry Clay, the States- man of Peace; John Eager Howard, of Revolutionary fame; John McDonough, the founder of the McDon- ough Institute. President Lincoln gave his influence to the cause of Colonization; and Robert E. Lee, sub- sequently the general of Confederate fame, manumitted some of his servants; he provided for them homes in Liberia, Africa; they sailed from Baltimore. 50 Draw from sucli and kindred facts your own deduc- tions. Is it visionary to believe that in the unfolding plans of the Almighty — in whose sight the centuries are as a day — the representative Afro-American — civi- lized and Christianized — will enter and possess the Dark Continent and work out a useful and noble des- tiny? So thought the men I have named. Key had an established reputation as an orator, jurist and diplomat. His addresses delivered on important occasions have been preserved. For four years preced- ing his death he appeared in one-fifth of the cases reported in the Supreme Court of the United States. The intimate friendship and confidence of President Jackson is found in his appointment as the Attorney of the United States for the District of Columbia, the seat of Government; and especially in the delicate mis- sions entrusted to him and successfully accomplished in the matter of the Indian troubles in Alabama, and in the ^Nullification controversy in South Carolina. These missions entitle him to be enrolled with those called the Peace Makers in the Beatitudes. A useful and lovable man — he gave his country and humanity the best he had, and it is not to be wondered that one identified with these beneficent and ennobling things imperfectly sketched, should have been the au- thor of "The Star-Spangled Banner." 51 The Law and the Temple. THE LAW AND THE TEMPLE. (Suggested by the new Court House, said to &e the most beautiful and convenient building of its kind in our country. Dedicated January 8th, 1900 J At dawn of time an Almighty hand launched In ocean of unfathomed blue, the globe; Ribbed and keeled with everlasting granite; Amid a countless host of jeweled worlds, Freighted to brim with human destiny. Girdled by His care, and ruled by His law ! The Law : — In [N'ature's teeming realm triumphant rules; The Elements — her winged messengers, — The strong command, and o'er the gentle reign; Bid the oceans chant on wings of the storm; The zephyrs at eve lull the world to rest. The seasons belt the globe with fragrant bloom, And it with harvests crown for toiling men ! The Law :— From the loftiest summits of time and place. From pristine fountains in growing streams, To us descends. For them, the nations build Reservoirs in every enlightened age ; Centuries quench their thirst; girding their loins, March through rejoicing lands, 'neath Freedom's sun! 52 COUET HOUSE AND BATTLE MONUMENT. BALTIMOJiE, MD. The Law : — 'Tis the balance wheel in the mechanism Of the universe which guards the hidden springs Of motive power and keeps them in their spheres. 'Tis the pendulum in the clock of Time, To mark the rise and the fall of nations ; 'Tis flaming sword on execution bent ; A mighty shield projected for defense ! ****** The moon and the starS; night's sleepless sentinels, Their glittering armament in sable fold ; The refulgent sun its radiance veils; The pillar of cloud and the cloud of fire Their courses stay, and span the low'ring sky; Millions in eager expectation wait, Sinai's bald, frowning cliffs their shadows cast 'Cross the pathway of a wand'ring nation : — The first-born in a day; seeking the land Of promise. Aflame with the lightning's wrath, Resonant with the thunder's voice, they speak To the centuries. Divinity speaks To the worn — the yearning heart of man. Hoary and scarred — yet more than majestic, Looming far above the graves of empires. And the awful ruin that Time hath wrought. Stand the basal columns of the laM'' which On Sinai's rugged, flaming brow were reared ! A decade of centuries and a half — An eventful day in Eternity's sweep — Midst G-alilean hills ; on the green slope Of the Mount of Beatitudes — from lips Of Eternal Love, came the Royal Law, And the hard, stern heart of Justice was touched; 53 More ! 'twas tempered in its austerity. Arm in arm with Mercy, she walks th' ages ; They hid the struggling race take heart again, And blazon a new way, thorn-strewn, yet sweet, For humanity's toil-worn, weary feet ; They scale the walls and the steeps on and up To serener heights — to the tablelands — Where Justice holds her court, gives her sentence; And the rich blessings of the Law bestow The same on men of all degrees, the like To the expectant world before unknown The Temple. Not in wilds or solitude doth Justice Her temple build, but in the haunts of men ; In the din and smoke of the great city — In light and cloud, her portals open stand — Aye ! in its very heart she holds her terms. Here, the mountains have for foimdation brought The rugged granite from the quarry's breast; It — the burden-bearer — on giant shoulders Lifts aloft treasured wealth of toil and skill. In this paragon of ennobled thought. Here the sleeping marble wakes To glow in grandeur of this stately pile; 'Tis robed in many a beauteous form — The concentered genius of ages gone ; Of the present hour, speak with thrilling power In corridor and labyrinth of aisles, In lavishment of art in ceiling wrought. In tesselated pavement, —on which to tread. In tapestry in stone on which to gaze. 54 Here, niche and. panel await lists from Fame. See, the emblazoned wall and vaulted arch; Graceful architrave, and massive column; Galleries, balconies, seeking the sun ; Up broad sweeps of stairs the stories climb To spacious halls, by crests and arms adorned. Aspiration here hath nobly striven To build a temple fair — a ward of Heaven. Mute ? 'tis eloquent ; 'tis a hymn of praise — And consecrated unto righteousness. For progressive centuries, and for us ! In yonder portico doth Justice greet The morning sun, and look upon the shaft Our patriot fathers reared, to commemorate The splendid victory o'er invaders won. The chisel and pencil are busy now Founding portraitures, beautiful and rare. For the seers of ancient and modern days ; For founders and sages, for patriots. For advocates, jurists and magistrates. History will find glowing lodgment here. For worthy achievements of peace and war; For those of generous action, who dare Humanity, at sacrifice, to serve — 'Twill be a very treasure store for Fame ! ISTo judge e'er sat at city's gate so fair And sentence gave ; nor court on banks of Nile, Or the Ganges, the Tiber, or the Thames, In such apt comfort held its royal sway; ISTe'er famed tribunal on the Hill of Mars — More potent than navies on th' Aegian sea — 55 Nor the basilicas of ancient Rome, Where lictors armed imperial fasces bore, To symbolize and emphasize the law. Here, the tread of the soldier is ne'er heard; Unseen the glare of arms. Wo slave is here; The debtor freed can woo by honest toil Wealth or competence by misfortune lost; Justice wrap her mantle of protection, Pure as the ermine, yet glist'ning with mail, i^bout the helpless and the innocent, And stay the hard, rough hand of greed and power ; In Oblivion's sea, sink, dark, angry strife ; Bid righteousness exalt a people's life ! The young, the aged, tlie humble and the proud, Will bring alike their cares and troubles here ; In the wide range of human thought and life This Temple will the trusted witness be! Priceless the treasure of the days long gone, Brought from the olden halls replaced by this; ISTo brighter page of juster men in all Our chronicles than those the old have seen; Undimmed will their ennobling records shine. Here, fond tradition and the graven name, The living canvas, the art immortal. Alive will keep their fame ; send their triumphs Down apace. From their illustrious ranks May each to heart a worthy ideal take; Live it, bravely, through the strenuous years; Then, within these walls, will, historic, stand A knightly race and valiant contests wage; From maze of doubt evolve the triumph Of the right! 56 Justice exalted! all homage to thee! Wisdom of the ages; Hope of the free! The glint on thy shield; the blaze on thy sword, Be as the edicts which come from the Lord ! REVERDY JOHNSON. Mr. Johnson, while nearly an octogenarian, retained to the last his remarkable vigor of intellect. His power of analysis and his reasoning faculties, supported by robustness of expression, commanded attention and car- ried conviction. In forensic or judicial conflict he was never the courtly knight charging with lance in grace- ful pose, but a veritable Richard Coeur de Leon fighting to the centre and to the finish — the lightning of pas- sion flashing from his descending battle-axe ; a warrior, fully equipped, the admiration of his friends, the ter- ror of his adversaries; and yet, withal, his bearing was that of conscious dignity blended with the plainness and frankness of an old-fashioned Maryland farmer. If I were asked to name the foundation of his fame as the Nestor of the American Bar, I would declare it to be his untiring, persistent preparation for the trial of causes committed to his professional care. Over and over again, he required me to read the authorities, while he would bid me, from time to time, to pause, listen to his running criticism of assent or dis- sent. He studied the case in hand thoroughly, and when the contest came he was prepared. Mr. Johnson possessed rare talent — tact — in the cross- examination of a witness. It was worth a term at a 57 Law School to see the skill with which in an important case he would conduct this difficult task — the caution with which he would enter upon it and the adroitness mth which he would proceed. If the witness was un- friendly, and had in chief given even some little testi- mony favorable to Mr, Johnson's side, lie would require the witness to rehearse such testimony, assenting to it as the witness proceeded, and if there were any other things favorable he would make them known and im- press them upon the court and jury. He was fair to the witness whom he believed was truthful, but unre- lenting in the interest of his client in the cross-exami- nation of one whom he thought had not told the whole truth, and arraigned the latter by a sifting analysis of his testimony before the jury. Mr. Johnson's favorite position in addressing a jury was immediately in front; often with the left hand in his trousers' pocket. When he became aroused in argu- ment he would withdraw it, and then uplifting his right arm would use it vigorously with partially open hand to emphasize his argument. I always felt when he had argued his case, not that he had exhausted his resources, but had taken a few dippersful from an inex- haustible well. 1^0 young man, if he was attentive in the consultations, could be associated with Mr. Johnson in the preparation of a cause for trial without becom- ing ready for it. My esteemed friend, the late St. George W. Teackle, used to tell a case in point, where when the trial took place the junior counsel had used all of Mr. Johnson's thunder, and when his turn came he addressed and entertained the jury for an hour and a half on the subject of the Chinese war. It is proper to add that the case was won along the line designated by the senior counsel. The above incident doubtless 58 occurred in the olden days, when, under the rules, coun- sel were not allowed to make a "speech" more than six hours long. * * * . — E. H. in Steiners Life of Bev- erdy Johnson. It was with a sad heart — Friday, February 11, 1876, the morning after his sudden, accidental death — the writer, junior counsel in the case with him, paid tribute to his memory in the Court of Appeals of Maryland. Appropriate and touching were the eulogies of Hon. S. Teackle Wallis, Hon. Alexander Randall and Chief Justice Bartol, his associates through years, on that occasion. 59 The Great Fire. THE GREAT FIRE. (Baltimore, Sunday and Monday, February 1th and 8th, 1904. .$125,000,000 loss. No Ims of life.) 'Twas hush of hallowed morn, the world stayed its wheels of care; The bells had matins rung; there was stillness every- where ; Day of rest for city — a city supremely blest ; For the strenuous morrows will her endurance test. A splint of smouldering flame by a passer-by was thrown, Crushed by a careless footstep ; then by a zephyr blown Into a lofty structure, high-heaped with merchandize, From many hands and looms, and from many friendly skies ; I^ow wide awake and in a very congenial place — In a trice — into a giant grew — strong to run a race. Stronger than old Briareus of a hundred hands. See, he lifts aloft a hundred burning, blazing brands ; He climbed the steeps of night; now brighter than the sun. Far his wrathful trumpet blew to show his race begun ; The din was like the breakers stalking on ocean shore. Anon, the crash of thunder, so mighty was the roar. 60 GREAT FIRE— BALTIMOEE, MD. Sentries tall and darkened stand pictured against the sky Guarding their falling comrades that in the ashes lie. A moment — ages seemed — ^perchance lives and milKons lost; On to a raging conflict, ne'er reckon time or cost; On with the speed of fire and steam, to fire cry of gongs; On through the echoing streets hurried excited throngs. Volley of cannon again ! the red flashing of blade, Aliens with flaming torch, despoiling the heart of trade ; They burst the fetters of safety — strike with brazen hands ; Marshal the harpies of flame into predatory bands. On wings of blighted day, on pinions of sleepless night, They sear the streets around with besom of fire and might ; They climb the cerulean heights to hurl their deadly brands, Akin to the Simoon's breath o'er dread Sahara's sands ; Even to the zenith climb, as if to reach the sun, To pour Vesuvian ashes o'er city worn — undone. Bravely the home folk rally to the unequal fight ; 'Twas a bold, long-drawn battle to save the city's life. Grief, aroused and self-forgetful, dares to strike a blow : The anguish of hei heart, only God and th' angels know. In vain! the strong, the beautiful — rich with honest fame — Became a glowing pyre, consumed by destroying flame ; Perchance, a lowly structure, nestling close to the ground. Like a dove in the tangled grass has a refuge found. Strong for defense is Wealth, controlled by a master's hand ; 61 O'ermatched by th' Elements — ^unchained — shifting as tlie sand, lu an hour like this a faded leaf — a withered flower; Sunbeams in a Winter day, or dusk at evening hour; Bravest hearts are storm-swept, watchful eyes are wet with tears, While fruitage of master minds, the heritage of years, The grandeur of achievement, and princely enterprise, Crumble into ashes while the Fire Fiends paint the skies. It is now the brave arise — to loftier summits rise ; In babel of confusion the brave ne'er agonize — But cheer the world with valor like sunshine tempest skies. Toilers, with heavy burdens, cheer, through the lurid street ; Mothers and children cheer, who tearful vigils keep; Thousands worn and weary, cheer, who ne'er find rest or sleep. The brave in aggressive fight are valiant in retreat ; Yaliant when the faint lose heart, heroic when they weep ; • For the heroic, Fame doth her fairest garlands keep. A tempest sweeps the troubled earth, lightning-trem- bling sky: — In the crucial hour, thank God, there was brave suc- cor nigh. City in Fire Fiends' grasp ! the heart of the nation's stirred ; The throbs of thy bleeding heart by every heart was heard ; Wondrous the mystic chords which knit the sweet rela- tion; 62 They hear the battle cry: "Come, stay the conflagra- tion !" 'Twas heard afar — 'bove the sobs of the moaning sea; O City in Sorrow's depths, the whole world weeps with thee! Surely, there's a Power mysterious to guide trustful feet : — The Pillar of Cloud and Fire did ancient Israel keep. A Power unseen is coming in the awakened breeze, Kin to that of th' olden times, midst the mulberry trees. In the frail and gentle oft slumber, to our surprise, Comrades for home defenders, born of benignant skies ; With the blare of trumpets they came in heroic guise — ■ Zephyrs transformed to warriors, for lofty enterprise; Hosts of the celestials in flying battalions come, To stay the onslaught of th' aliens, safeguard imper- iled home; Back, with pinions broken, were the alien armies thrown — Concentered Wealth must bear the brunt of battle alone. See ! Manhattan to the rescue with an empire's crest ; The Keystone, with her clansmen — none nobler — and her best ; Brandywine historic, dear Potomac's classic wave; .4.nd "Maryland, My Maryland," hastes with love to save; Her mountains yoemen send, with battle-axe and quiver, Her valleys their crystal streams to swell the saving river. Twice the sun vailed his face, and twice the sad stars went down — 63 E'er sunshine floods the day, and the stars the mid- night's crown, Oh, nobly the defenders fought, bravely, everyone: Routed cohorts of aliens ; 'twas victory grandly won. He who guides the eagle's flight and notes the sparrow's fall Heard the strong, brave plea for life — a city's urgent call. 'Tie marvelous and yet true; Grod's mercy is wondrous great : — ISTe'er was lost a human life within the city's gate ! Sentries tall and blackened stand pictm'ed against the Guarding their fallen comrades who in the ashes lie. O City, look to the blue, look to the beckoning skies ! Listen to their gracious words and dry thy streaming eyes. By tribulations are life's most precious lessons taught ; By fires seven times heated beautiful things are wrought ; From wedlock of fire and steel is born the Damask blade ; By forge and anvil, manly toil, all things lost, were made; There's no song for the brook flowing listless to the sea. But when against the bowlders tossed it sings perpet- ually; When tempests fold their sable wings, golden sunbeams shine. And the flowers of Spring-tide bloom on Winter's naked vine; Dim the precious stone till by a master's chisel torn, 64 Then it glows on beauty's breast, adorns a monarch's throne ; Without the shades of night we would never see the stars ; Without Time's battles we ne'er would wear the glory scars. City with ashes strewn, here's blessing in disguise : On thine own strong arm depend — to splendid visions rise Out of the struggling past, comes Triumph's exhorta- tion : — "From the depths of chaos, the world at the creation ; From the Omnipotent — a gift to the hand of man, To be cherished and fashioned by His ennobling plan. Faith, Hope and Love are lanterns three on life's treach- erous sea : — - They illume for man — the way for time — Eternity !" Chain the elemental fire ; a spark, a brand, a blaze, Loosed from its wonted fetters, will in unbridled rage Cities raze; e'en man's records from the historic page. Mastered : a faithful servant, worthy of love and praise ; Upbuilding things on which he will often fondly gaze, And transmit, affection-crowned, to more auspicious age. There may be silver in the moon, gold mine in the sun ; There's a real El Dorado in duty bravely done. O City, rise ! shake from thy robes the dead ashes down. The tempest fires are dead, you may wear the victor's crovm. There'll be a scarlet thread running through the warp of years, 'Twill be the more beautiful because empearled with tears ; 65 Tky seven-score smould'ring acres will teem with life again, In more than wonted greatness, by toil of manly men; The river shores, the silver bay, the majestic sea. Greetings send to distant hills, the beautiful, the free; With willing hand and loyal heart rise with glad ac- cord; Rebuild a nobler city here, blessed of man and God ! And you, her valiant sons, see through the strenuous years Her robes be immaculate and her eyes free from tears ; Her arms, sweet, exalted, strong as the majestic sea; Her homes glad with virtue, and iier children ever free! Come, lift her banner, stainless, emblazoned, to the sky. Radiant with a splendor that can never fade or die ! Though Memory's brow is furrowed by tragedy of fire, Her heart will chant the joy songs of an angelic choir ; From her chest of cedar she will lovingly unfold The fabrics wrought by the brave, more precious far than gold; And through the golden ages, on anniversary day. She'll her cherished treasures bring, with gladsome lips essay These trying scenes to trace ; rehearse th' eventful story Of those who bravely fought and crowned themselves with glory! The deeds of the brave are beacons on the shores of Time They illume Life's trackless sea for every race and clime ! THE CHURCH OF THE MESSIAH. (After the Great Fire — Lines placed in the comer stone.) Oh, shrine, dear and hallowed by memories of th' olden time; Shrine of God's boundless, tender love, fathomless, sub- lime : — Tonight, on swift and radiant wings, comes a shining choir ; Comes thy requiem to chant with tongues of golden fire. Should only wealth be lost, the product of toil and gain ; Safe, from ruin wrought, should stand unscathed the sacred fane; Then man would rebuild for self, forgetful of the skies ; But when for God he builds^ for eternity are the ties. It is meet the hallowed should with the sorrowing weep, That the voice of the people should plead at Mercy's seat; Oh, high 'bove walls and turrets where crimson ban- ners fly. Will shine in gold and beauty the Cross in tranquil sky! JUBILEE HYMN. From our homes, our temples, From all hearts arise The praise-songs of gladness To sweeten the skies. For mercies and blessings To us freely given, For mercies and blessings. The best gifts of Heaven. 67 Wliere the besom of flame In anger once swept, Wliere the ashes were strewn, Where our city wept ; With grandeur and beauty She buildeth on high, With banner triumphant Emblazons the sky. 'Mid the tempest of life, No, never complain; From gloom and disaster Oft comes wealth of gain. With stout heart march upward Through ashes or flame; On the summits of toil Are riches and fame. O city exultant. Thy fame is abroad! For the miracles wrought Give praise unto God ; The lowlands, the highlands, The isles of the sea. The sun, moon and the stars Chant a Jubilee ! O City celestial. Sweet bride of the skies, Thy fair sun never sets. Thy splendor ne'er dies; May beams of thy glory, On the wings of light. Illume our dear city And guide it aright ! 68 Descriptive. THE BLACK=EYED SUSAN. (Suggested hy the flowers groioing in the old bed of Jones' Falls near Union Station.) There's a black-eyed beauty with golden hair, She lives in the fields and breathes the pure air ; Rambles the great hills, oft sits at their feet ; Loves the sunshine and the shadows to greet ; The sweets of meadows, the cool, cozy nook Of ferns and willows by the singing brook. 'ISTeath arm of the oak, by cedar and pine, With smiling arbutus, the wild grape vine; 'ISTeath blushing alders, and Oriole's nest, The Black-Eyed Susan lifts banner and crest ; So brave and so pure she's loved everywhere. In story and beauty, who can compare? She tells of the founder, the days of old, His crest and standard of sable and gold. The symbol of life, is Maryland's flower, With the precious gold for the darkest hour ; About mystic splendor of darkest night She sheds the golden beams of morning light. Oh, Susan's beautiful as winsome bird. To laud her beauty bring pencil and word ; It will thrill the chords of Maryland's heart, And her fame and glory will ne'er depart! Dear Queen of our realm ! from mountains to sea In homage and love all kneel unto thee ! 69 THE CHESAPEAKE. Beautiful vision, pure and sweet, Child of the sea, fair Chesapeake! Thy tapering fingers touch the hills, Requited love thy bosom thrills; Thy jeweled hands grasp fragrant lands. And clasp them close with silver bands, Thine arms uplift the graceful ships To press them to thy crystal lips; Thy sandaled feet perfume the land. Embroidered by the golden sand; Thy brow is crowned by morn with light. With coronet of stars by night; Thy voice is song in whispering breeze, 'Tis thunder tone to stormy seas; Greets glist'ning sails when homeward bound And wafts them off the world around. To cleave the waves with snowy wings. All ladened deep with precious things ; Thy breast doth sweetest nurture give To those who come to thee to live. For treasures boundless thee are given, Child of the sea and ward of heaven ! Of feathered braves with birch canoe, Who e'er thy silver waters flew, A pristine and a daring race. There's scarcely a living trace, Save in thy name, mountain or stream ; On story's page a lingering gleam Of mottled gray in glory's beam, In clouds of war, in peaceful dream. 70 Erst gazing on thy sunlit face, With clasp of hands and bashful grace, Was plighted love for life oft given, As constant as the bending heaven. ( Thou hearest still, so we are told. Pledge of hearts as in days of old.) The breakers come to thee from sea. And sing along thy shores with glee; They lift aloft their briny hands In laughing hosts and shouting bands, When dying day his garment furls Their snowy crests with harps of pearls, Sing the songs of the ancient sea, And bid me look, O Lord, to Thee ! The restful land with blossoms sweet Reflects its shadows o'er the deep. Labor, free from its plodding care. Breathes in the pure, refreshing air. While music sweeps the throbbing chord And sends her mystic strains abroad. 'Neath shadoM^s of the fragrant pine Look to the blue where splendors shine ; There happy ships, rejoicing, free. My ravished eyes at sunset see; Their crimson prows are blent with gold, A thousand silver sails unfold, And spread them to the evening breeze, Like smiling ships on lower seas ; Then furl them in the sunset sky, In glowing tints of matchless dye. 71 The setting sun brings splendor down; He makes for thee a glory crown; Thou art beautiful, pure and free! The world doth seern to kneel to thee. 'Tis end of days, life's set of sun. The ebbs and tides of time have run ; The glad ships have in sweet surprise Winged their bright way beyond the skies ; The voyagers to the realms above Cast anchor in the depths of love. To thee a meed of praise is given, For thou hast e'er reflected heaven; Hast wafted incense to the skies — Morning and evening sacrifice, Thy crested waves have ever sung, Thy grandest anthems e'er have rung, Up azure depths to templed skies, Where noontide glory never dies. The Lord is God : He guards the deep ; His watchful eye doth never sleep; His mighty arm will thee e'er keep — Child of the sea, dear Chesapeake ! MONDAWMIN. (Indian for Yellow Corn.) The Music of the Rustling Corn. (Sii,