Then wake, and tell thy soldier true We meet, O joy! no more to sever. TO A WATERFOWL. WILLIAM C. BRYANT. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, There is a Power whose care Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, THE UNION HYMN. BY DR. WARD. WHEN o'er the wide land terror-clouds were rolling, When tyrant rulers threatened to enslave, What did our fathers in that fearful trial, Weak, scattered, few, their precious rights to save? Not with desponding, not with despairing, CHORUS. Then rally round the star-flag! sons and heirs of free men All chains we spurn, save such as brothers bind: Oh! sacred union! marriage tie of heaven Who dare divorce what God himself has joined? Then hail, hail, to Union!-sole chain of freemen! Stones of one arch, one common fate we'll find: Together!-together!-A band of brothers all, Together will we stand or fall! When rending cannon pealed their dreadful thunder, When thwarted traitors sought our bands to sunder, What did our fathers when the clouds of treason |