Millions rising o'er their fall!

Brothers, on! till, bless'd as we,

They've plenty, peace, and Liberty!"

Mrs. R. Balmanno.

"E'en now the word that rous'd our land

Is calling o'er the waves, 'Awake!'

And pealing on from strand to strand,

Wherever ocean surges break.

Up to the quicken'd car of toil

It rises from the teeming soil,