With welcome to wounding and combat and scars And the glory of death-for the Stripes and the Stars! O God of our fathers! this banner must shine Where battle is hottest, in warfare divine! The cannon has thundered, the bugle has blown- EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG. COME, brothers! rally for the right! Sends forth her ringing battle-cry She leads the way in honor's path; We've borne the Yankee trickery, The Yankee gibe and sneer, But ready now with shot and steel Now Georgia marches to the front, Her sisters by the Mexique Sea, With pealing trump and drum ; A Nation hoists the Bonnie Blue Flag By every stone in Charleston Bay, We swear to rest not, night nor day, But hunt the tyrants down! Till, bathed in valor's holy blood The gazing world afar Shall greet with shouts the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears the cross and star! ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM. TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. Oh, in your long forbearance grand, Throughout the land there goes a cry: Keeps time to strains whose pulses mix Draw forth your million blades as one! BAYARD TAYLOR. THE TWO FURROWS. THE spring-time came, but not with mirth; The banner of our trust, And with it the best hopes of earth Were trailing in the dust. The farmer saw the shame from far, And stopped his plough afield; “Not the blade of peace, but the brand of war, This arm of mine must wield. |