Proclaiming war against the north

Because they Could not Rule them there Swearing fire and Sword they will Bring forth And lay their towns and cities Bare

These States Confederate are they say
With a Constitution and a flag
Davis as President there Bears sway
With his Beauregard & Col. Brag

Now our president north A. Lincoln is

With Scot and Seward as Counsellors
Calls all honest men now to Be his

To put down this Baud of conspirators

The word goes out the north arise, &c.

Yet another sends

THE HYMN OF OUR COUNTRY.

TUNE-Kate Kearney. CHORUS-A Southerly Wind.

GREAT FOUNTAIN OF LIGHT! GREAT LIFE-GIVING POWER!

THINE ALL-SEEING EYE is a CONSUMING FIRE!

That moves us to Live! that moves us to Die!

That raises our Spirits to Endless Joy!

Hail! LIGHT of LIFE! Hail! SPIRIT of FORCE!
That LIGHT which at first created all things,
That LIGHT in man is the IMAGE of SOURCE,

That LIGHT of dominion o'er Earth's offsprings.

That LIGHT which led the Israelites,

That LIGHT which glowed on Sinai's Mount,
That LIGHT which brought Good Tidings Rites,

That LIGHT with the Dove at Holy Font.

That LIGHT the POWER to live and move,
That LIGHT from Heaven that blinded Saul,
That LIGHT which leaves its earthy shell,

That LIGHT which frees th' Immortal Soul
That LIGHT doth invest in Raiments of White,
That LIGHT doth illumine the Mansions Above,
That LIGHT of the Living and not of the dead,
Is the Light of all Worlds and Souls of Love.

CHORUS.-A FATHERLY VOICE, and a GODLY EYE,
Are the LIFE and LIGHT now raising
The "LAND of FLOWERS" to greet the Sky,
The Freemen and Daughters to praising.
Away with the troubles of Earth!
Away with the sins of the Nation!
Huzza! for America's Chief!

The Rulers and Laws of the Union !
Hark! Hark!! Forward!!!

Hozanna! Hozanna!! Hozanna!!!

Hark! Hark! Forward!!!

The Star Spangled Banner!

Hark! Hark!! Forward!!!

Hozanna! Hozanna!! Hozanna!!!

Hark! Hark!! Forward!!!

God Save the Union I

The foregoing lines form about one-third of this national hymn, which, by the way, it will be seen, is directed to be sung, the body of it to "Kate Kearney," and the Chorus to "A Southerly Wind and a Cloudy Sky." Will any gentleman or lady please to favor the company in which he or she reads these pages, with the first four lines of the Song and the Chorus respectively, singing them to those airs. And in regard to the airs, and consequently the

rhythm, which some writers thought suitable, the following examples are interesting :—

NATIONAL HYMN.

TUNE" Coming through the Rye," or any S. M.

Of Freedom's flag with its unfledgd bird,

That broke the British Spars,

And Lions teeth, the world has heard,
Though it had but thirteen stars.

Chorus-Lo in this dark mysterious hour,
The flag of the brave and free

Brought to the dust by brutal power,
Too blind the right to see.

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The Despots Reign is short indeed,
O'er mortals on the Earth,

When Tyrants swing or the Eagles sing
Of freedoms second birth.

Chorus-A second birth a strange idea,

When Demons hold the Reins,

And mortals live in slavish fear
On gross material planes.

UNION FOREVER.

MUSIO-Come haste to the Wedding, or Rural Felicity.

Our nation's in trouble, and what is the reason

That this fruitful land is so drench'd with our gore? There's fighting, and murder, and high-handed treason, And all for the purpose to strengthen slave power.

The Union forever, no traitor may sever,

Or cause our brave flag to be laid in the dust,
Freedom, our natural inheritance,

Sanctioned by Heaven, we know to be just

II.

The labourers, the noble, that furnish our living,
And all other comforts this earth can produce;
And there is no good reason for our believing
That one man was made for another man's use,

The Union forever, no traitor may sever,

Or cause our brave flag to be laid in the dust,
Freedom, our natural inheritance,

Sanctioned by Heaven, we know to be just

NATIONAL HYMN.

TUNE-Lord Lovel.

Great source of light, Eternal One, the Infinite, the real,
Where wisdom reigns thy will is done, all else is but ideal,
Ideal, all else is but ideal.

While we infinite laws survey, all finite things depart, But where mankind on mortals prey, there's no law on the heart,

Heart, heart, there's no law on the heart.

In seventy-six, our unfledged bird made Briton's symbol groan Lo, how the hearts of men were stirred when the nestling shook the throne,

Throne, throne, when the nestling shook the throne. Behold its talons, now how strong, a mighty power on earth, Hark, hear its thrilling native song, of freedom's second birth, Birth, birth, of freedom's second birth.

A second birth!! hold on dear bird, freedom lives forever,
Allied to God, the living Word, it was a mortal never,
Never, it was a mortal never.

Hence to the individual man, and to his God we look
For wisdom now to lead the van, till despotism is shook,
Shook, shook, till despotism is shook.

Lo, while there's a tempestuous sea, and mind and matter fighting,

We fain would put our trust in Thee, who in the dust was writing,

Writing, who in the dust was writing.

To thy Almighty power we look, to save this youthful nation' Inspire us from thy living book, that has no final station, Station, that has no final station.

Let artificial swords and spears be subject to the pen,
And all be subject to ideas, till seraphs cry amen,

Amen, till seraphs cry amen.

It will be observed, that a due regard for the dimensions to which this volume must be restricted, has made an excision of some of the stanzas of this hymn necessary; for it more than rivalled in length the dolorous ballad to the tune of which it was written. Only those who can sing the hymn to the tune of "Lord Lovel," or have the privilege of hearing it sung, can realize what a very striking effect the author has attained even in his very first stanza.

A rhythmical effect, somewhat similar to that of the foregoing song, has been attained by the