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Time strikes the hour for the brave and the true! Now, while the foremost are fighting and falling,
Fill up the ranks that have opened for you !
You whom the fathers made free and defended,
Stain not the scroll that emblazons their fame! You whose fair heritage spotless descended,
Leave not your children a birthright of shame!
Stay not for questions while Freedom stands gasping!
Wait not till Honor lies wrapped in his pall ! Brief the lips' meeting be, swift the hands clasping :
“Off for the wars !” is enough for them all.
Break from the arms that would fondly caress you !
Hark! 't is the bugle-blast, sabres are drawn ! Mothers shall pray for you, fathers shall bless you, Maidens shall weep for you when you are gone !
Aever or How
Never or now! cries the blood of a nation,
Poured ou the turf where the red rose should bloom; Now is the day and the hour of salvation,
Never or now! peals the trumpet of doom !
Never or now ! roars the hoarse-throated cannon
Through the black canopy blotting the skies ; Never or now! flaps the shell-blasted pennon
O’er the deep ooze where the Cumberland lies!
From the foul dens where our brothers are dying,
Aliens and foes in the land of their birth,–
Pleading in vain for a handful of earth,
From the hot plains where they perish outnumbered,
Furrowed and ridged by the battle-field's plough, Comes the loud summons; too long you have slumbered,
Hear the last Angel-trump-Never or Now !
BY FORCEYTHE WILLSON.
OY BRITTAN-only alad—a fair-haired boy-sixteen,
In his uniform,
Into the battle storm!
Boy Brittan is master's mate aboard of the Esser-
By the brave captain's side ;
In his country's uniform. Boom! Boom! and now the flag-boat sweeps, and now the Essex,
Into the battle storm!
Boom! Boom! till river and fort and field are over
clouded By battle's breath ; then from the fort a gleam And a crashing gun, and the Essex is wrapt and shrouded
In a scalding cloud of steam?
But victory! victory! Unto God all praise be ever rendered, Unto God all praise and glory be! See, Boy Brittan ! see, boy, see ! They strike ! Hurrah ! the fort has just surrendered ! Shout! Shout ! my boy, my warrior boy! And wave your cap and clap your hands for joy! Cheer answer cheer and bear the cheer aboutHurrah! Hurrah ! for the fiery fort is ours; And “Victory!” “Victory!” Victory!”
Is the shout. Shout-for the fiery fort, and the field, and the day are
The day is ours-thanks to the brave endeavor
Of heroes, boy, like thee!
Glory and Love for one and all ; but-but-for theeHome! Home! a happy “Welcome-welcome home" for thee !
And kisses of love for theeAnd a mother's happy, happy tears, and a virgin's bridal wreath of flowers
Victory! Victory! But suddenly wrecked and wrapt in seething steam, the
Essex Slowly drifted out of the battle's storm ; Slowly, slowly down-laden with the dead and dying ; And there at the captain's feet, among the dead and the
dying, The shot-marred form of a beautiful boy is lying
There in his uniform !
Laurels and tears for thee, boy,