Born free, thus we resolve to live :
By Heaven, we will be free!
Defiant let the banners fly,
Shake out their glories to the air,
And, kneeling, brothers, let us swear
We will be free or die!

Then let the drums all roll!

Born free, thus we resolve to live:
By Heaven, we will be free!
And to this oath the dead reply—
Our valiant fathers' sacred ghosts-
These with us, and the God of hosts,
We will be free or die!

Then let the drums all roll!

JAMES BARRON HOPE.

THE RÉVEILLE.

HARK! I hear the tramp of thousands,
And of armed men the hum;
Lo! a nation's hosts have gathered
Round the quick alarming drum—
Saying, "Come,

Freemen, come!

Ere your heritage be wasted,” said the quick alarming drum.

"Let me of my heart take counsel:
War is not of life the sum ;

Who shall stay and reap the harvest

When the autumn days shall come ?”
But the drum

Death shall reap the braver harvest," said the solemn-sounding drum.

"But when won the coming battle,
What of profit springs therefrom?
What if conquest, subjugation,
Even greater ills become?"
But the drum

Answered, "Come!

You must do the sum to prove it," said the Yankeeanswering drum.

"What if, 'mid the cannon's thunder,
Whistling shot and bursting bomb,
When my brothers fall around me,
Should my heart grow cold and numb?"
But the drum

Answered, "Come!

Better there in death united than in life a recreant -come!"

Thus they answered-hoping, fearing,

Some in faith, and doubting some,
Till a trumpet-voice proclaiming,
Said, “My chosen people, come!”
Then the drum,

Lo! was dumb ;.

For the great heart of the nation, throbbing, answered, "Lord, we come!"

BRET HARTE.

66 UNDER THE CLOUD AND THROUGH THE SEA."

So moved they when false Pharaoh's legion prest, Chariots and horsemen following furiously,Sons of old Israel, at their God's behest,

Under the cloud and through the swelling sea.

So passed they, fearless, where the parted wave,
With cloven crest uprearing from the sand,-

A solemn aisle before-behind, a grave,--
Rolled to the beckoning of Jehovah's hand.
And Jordan raged along his rocky bed,

And Amorite spears flashed keen and fearfully:
Still the same pathway must their footsteps tread,
Under the cloud and through the threatening sea.
God works no otherwise. No mighty birth
But comes by throes of mortal agony;
No man-child among nations of the earth
But findeth baptism in a stormy sea.

Sons of the Saints who faced their Jordan-flood
In fierce Atlantic's unretreating wave,—
Who by the Red Sea of their glorious blood
Reached to the Freedom that your blood shall

save,

O countrymen! God's day is not yet done;
He leaveth not His people utterly ;—
Count it a covenant that He leads us on,

Beneath the Cloud and through the crimson Sea!
ADELINE D. T. WHITNEY.

APOCALYPSE.

[Written in memory of Private Luther C. Ladd, killed by a mob which attacked his regiment, the Sixth Massachusetts, while passing through Baltimore on the way to Washington, April 19, 1861: the first life lost in the war.]

STRAIGHT to his heart the bullet crushed;
Down from his breast the red blood gushed,
And o'er his face a glory rushed.

A sudden spasm shook his frame,
And in his ears there went and came
A sound as of devouring flame,

Which in a moment ceased, and then
The great light clasped his brows again,
So that they shone like Stephen's when

Saul stood apart a little space

And shook with shuddering awe to trace
God's splendors settling o'er his face.

Thus, like a king, erect in pride,

Raising clean hands toward heaven, he cried,

All hail the Stars and Stripes !” and died—

Died grandly. But before he fell,
(O blessedness ineffable!)
Vision apocalyptical

Was granted to him, and his eyes
All radiant with glad surprise
Looked forward through the centuries,

And saw the seeds which sages cast
In the world's soil in cycles past
Spring up and blossom at the last.

Saw how the souls of men had grown,
And where the scythes of Truth had mown
Clear space for Liberty's white throne.

Saw how, by sorrow tried and proved,
The blackening stains had been removed
Forever from the land he loved.

Saw Treason crushed and Freedom crowned, And clamorous Faction, gagged and bound, Gasping its life out on the ground.

Saw how, across his country's slopes,
Walked swarming troops of cheerful hopes,
Which evermore to broader scopes

Increased, with power that comprehends
The world's weal in its own, and bends
Self-needs to large, unselfish ends.

Saw how, throughout the vast extents
Of Earth's most populous continents,
She dropped such rare heart affluence

That from beyond the utmost seas,
The wondering peoples thronged to seize
Her proffered pure benignities.

Saw how, of all her trebled host

Of widening empires, none might boast
Whose love were best or strength were most,

Because they grew so equal there
Beneath the flag which, debonaire,
Waved joyous in the cleansed air.

With far-off vision gazing clear
Beyond this gloomy atmosphere
Which shuts us in with doubt and fear,

He-marking how her high increase
Ran greatening in perpetual lease
Through balmy years of odorous peace—

Greeted, in one transcendent cry
Of intense passionate ecstasy,
The sight which thrilled him utterly.

Saluting with most proud disdain
Of murder and of mortal pain,
The vision which shall be again!

So, lifted with prophetic pride,

Raised conquering hands toward heaven and cried,

"All hail the Stars and Stripes!" and died.

RICHARD REALF.