Turn not from our pleading, lest blood flow like water! With the rain of Thy love quench these perilous fires; That the sweet air, made clean from the scent of the slaughter, May blush, North and South, with the flag of our sires: Like a garden of roses and lilies, fresh-blowing, Till the dead June seems thus to have blossomed anew; And Heaven, half in love with the counterfeit growing, To have spilled its white stars down in clusters for dew! Oh, hear us, our God! That the crystal foundations Once more may stand fairest and first of the flock. I return to a suggestion dropped on introducing this song. Hymns were originally sung in honor of some personified quality or idea; and the name may surely be applied now with propriety to a song or ode, in honor of a country, or of the spirit that vivifies a nation. Therefore, the author of the next song might well have given it the name which it bears, even were not the chorus written in a devotional strain. The word 'anthem,' which he uses with perfect admissible poetic licence, is improperly applied to a patriotic national song, as, for instance, in the case of "God Save the King," which is often styled the British National Anthem. But an anthem is essentially ecclesiastical in its form and spirit. HYMN OF OUR UNION. BY A. J. H. D. Oh, the Hymn of our Union! its melody flows CHORUS: And the Hymn of our Union for ever shall be, Oh, the Flag of our Union! 'twas woven with light CHORUS: And the Hymn of our Union for ever shall be, &c. Oh, the Land of our Union! it sweetens the morn CHORUS: And the Hymn of our Union for ever shall be, &c. Oh, the Soul of our Union! it blossomed of old, In the deeds of the valiant, the lives of the true: And the hopes of all nations are twined with our own. CHORUS: And the Hymn of our Union for ever shall be, &c. The next song, although not at all suited to be a national hymn, is one which no American can read without a glow of interest. The graves of our dead heroes and statesmen are a living bond between us which it would take generations of alienated political existence to break. This thought is skilfully elaborated by the author of the following stanzas. OUR FATHERS' GRAVES. BY CHARLES FARNHAM, I. From Oregon's eternal hills, From California's golden shore, From northern plains, whose thousand rills II. Beneath the golden eagle's wings That land is ours-that beauteous land His land his name-his home, is ours! IV. Let Webster's voice each bosom warm, And till the love of Truth shall fall, The Stars and Stripes shall float o'er all, "E PLURIBUS UNUM." BY THE REV. JOUN PIERPONT. AIR-" The Star-Spangled Banner I. The harp of the minstrel with melody rings, When the Muses have taught him to touch and to tune it; And although it may have a full octave of strings, Our Republic of States, To harmony tunes them at different dates; And, many or few, when the Union is done, Be they thirteen or thirty, the nation is one. II. The science that measures and numbers the spheres, And has done so since first the Chaldean began it, Now and then, as she counts them, and measures their years, Brings into our system and names a new planet. Venus, Neptune, and Mars, As they drive round the sun their invisible cars, II. Of those federate spheres, should but one fly the track, Or with others conspire for a general dispersion, By the great central orb they would all be brought back, And held, each in its place, by a wholesome "coercion.” |