But 'round that whirlpool, dark and dread,
Like thoughts that rise in troubled sleep,
The spirits of the heroes dead

Came bubbling through the solemn deep.

Oh, he must be bold, and he must be brave

Who dared with the Richard wind and wave; "Twas a fig for your flesh, and a snap for your bones,

With the crew that sailed under John Paul Jones!

CLEAR THE WAY.

CHARLES MACKAY.

Men of thought! be up, and stirring
Night and day:

Sow the seed-withdraw the curtain

Clear the way!

Men of action, aid and cheer them,

As ye may!

There's a fount about to stream,

There's a light about to beam,

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There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;

There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;

Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way!

Once the welcome light has broken,
Who shall say

What the unimagined glories
Of the day?

What the evil that shall perish
In its ray?

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen;
Aid it, hopes of honest men;
Aid it, paper-aid it, type—
Aid it, for the hour is ripe,

And our earnest must not slacken
Into play;

Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way!

Lo! a cloud's about to vanish

From the day;

And a brazen wrong to crumble
Into clay.

Lo! the right's about to conquer;
Clear the way!

With the Right shall many more
Enter smiling at the door;
With the giant Wrong shall fall
Many others, great and small,

That for ages long have held us
For their prey.

Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way!

THE SOLDIER FROM BINGEN.

MRS. NORTON.

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears

But a comrade stood beside him, while the lifeblood ebbed away,

And bent with pitying glance to hear each word he had to say.

The dying soldier faltered, as he took that comrade's hand,

And he said: "I never more shall see my ownmy native land!