UNCLE SAM, HIS HOME, AND FLAG. A great big friend of all the world And he has no need to pose and strut As the only great "I am!" He knows there are others as big as himself, That there's none so happy, and none so free, Then it's eyes front-guide right- It's an emblem pure that can endure Light of the hopeless, hope of the slave So it's stand by-hats off The eagle's standard tops them all— 'Rah! for the eagle-bird, And the rest stand 'round and lie to the ground When his piercing voice is heard. In his talons keen there may be seen A flag-red, white, and blue; And he bears it high in the golden sky Then it's rally, boys-cheer, boys 'Rah! for the eagle's home! Built of the hills and the plains and the lakes, With the great sky for its dome. And 'rah! for the stretch of the eagle's wing That covers this Western world; And a dozen or more for the sand in his craw, The battle-line, the bloody breach, Have seen its folds of flame, Where dripping steel and the shrapnel's screech Were all a part of the game. But the boys "stood pat" for all of that, And the flag "stayed put" where they took it, And though heroes fell in a rain of hellYet never a man forsook it! Then it's steady, boys-ready, boys- The flag that blesses hill and plain Light of the hopeless, hope of the world! May it shed its light till the world is bright END OF THE CENTURY ECLIPSE. A thousand cities wake beneath his beams, And plains and mountains, brooks and mighty streams But lately risen in such full and glorious majesty, END OF THE CENTURY ECLIPSE. And even as inquiring eyes are raised The shadow deepens and the darkness comes. Before the onrush of dissembling night The day is fast departing. Or can it be that from a world of shame The servant of Omnipotence doth hide his face? The silent combat rages-the foe prevails, To bind the frightful victory See where the darkened cavalry advance The sovereign lord of life and light constrained, Now leaves his offspring to a sunless fate, And lo! a world transformed! A world of darkness and of chill, A trembling pit of funereal gloom. The ribald jest is hushed, The foolish tongue is stilled. The vicious and the sinful stand abashed Before this lesser frown of God. Eyes which long had sought Down in the dust, a coin, look up And marvel with a quaking heart. As with uplifted face they read the sign. And when this shadow of a false night fell, When God shall search the souls of men. From out the by-ways of a narrow life For once look up, and even as they look Which the virtuous soul shall see When death himself withdraws the veil. Norfolk, Va., May 28, 1900. IN MEMORIAM-A MAIDEN. "To know her was to love her, It seems but yesterday that thou, sweet maid, face, Didst dwell among us and our circle grace. laid. We miss and mourn thy gentle voice and cheer; Thy kindly ways, and grace; and drop love's tear Upon thy grave; nor will thy image fade And took thee hence to God's eternal rest. |