TO ENGLAND. EAR and Cordelia! 'twas an ancient tale Before thy Shakespeare gave it deathless fame: Spread her young banner, till its sway became Storms on thy straw-crowned head, and thou dost stand TO AMERICA. "HAT, cringe to Europe! Band it all in one, WHAT Stilt its decrepit strength, renew its age, Our God is false, and liberty undone, If slaves have power to win your heritage! Look on your country, God's appointed stage, Where man's vast mind its boundless course shall run: For that it was your stormy coast He spread- A fear in winter; girded you about With granite hills, and made you strong and dread. Let him who fears before the foemen shout, Or gives an inch before a vein has bled, Turn on himself, and let the traitor out! HERE was a gay maiden lived down by the mill THER Ferry me over the ferry Her hair was as bright as the waves of a rill, When the sun on the brink of his setting stands still, Her lips were as full as a cherry. A stranger came galloping over the hill Ferry me over the ferry He gave her broad silver and gold for his will: "O! what would you give for your virtue again ? ”— Ferry me over the ferry "O! silver and gold on your lordship I'd rain, I'd double your pleasure, I'd double my pain, This moment forever to bury." "Freedom!" their battle-cry,— "Freedom! or leave to die!" Ah! and they meant the word, Not as with us 'tis heard, Not a mere party shout: They gave their spirits out; And on the gory sod Rolled in triumphant blood. Glad to breathe one free breath, That they might fall again, So they could once more see That burst to liberty! This was what "freedom" lent To the black regiment. Hundreds on hundreds fell; Never, in field or tent Scorn the black regiment. |