MISS J.H. LEWIS.
From every battle-field of the revolution—from Lexington and Bunker Hill—from Saratoga and Yorktown—from the fields of Entaw—from the cane-brakes that sheltered the men of Marion—the repeated, long-prolonged echoes came up—(f.) "THE UNION: IT MUST BE PRESERVED" (<) From every valley in our land—from every cabin on the pleasant mountain sides—from the ships at our wharves—from the tents of the hunter in our westernmost prairies—from the living minds of the living millions of American freemen—from the thickly coming glories of futurity—the shout went up, like the sound of many waters, (ff.) "THE UNION: IT MUST BE PRESERVED."
BANCROFT.
| (p.) | Hark! |
| (sl.) | Along the vales and mountains of the earth |
| (o) | There is a deep, portentous murmuring, |
| (=) | Like the swift rush of subterranean streams, |
| Or like the mingled sounds of earth and air, | |
| When the fierce tempest, with sonorous wing, | |
| Heaves his deep folds upon the rushing winds, | |
| (<) | And hurries onward, with his night of clouds, |
| Against the eternal mountains. 'Tis the voice | |
| Of infant FREEDOM,—and her stirring call | |
| Is heard and answered in a thousand tones | |
| (<) | From every hill-top of her western home; |
| And lo! it breaks across old Ocean's flood,— | |
| (oo) | And "FREEDOM! FREEDOM!" is the answering shout |
| Of nations, starting from the spell of years. |
G.D. PRENTICE.
| (<) | The thunders hushed,— |
| The trembling lightning fled away in fear,— | |
| (p.) | The foam-capt surges sunk to quiet rest,— |
| The raging winds grew still,— | |
| (pp.) | There was a calm. |
| (o,o,) | "Quick! Man the boat!" (=) Away they spring |
| The stranger ship to aid, | |
| (f.) | And loud their hailing voices ring, |
| As rapid speed they made. |
| (p) | Hush! lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps; |
| I've watched, suspending e'en my breath, in fear | |
| To break the heavenly spell. (pp.) Move silently. | |
| Can it be? | |
| Matter immortal? and shall spirit die? | |
| Above the nobler, shall less nobler rise? | |
| (<) | Shall man alone, for whom all else revives, |
| No resurrection know? (o<) Shall man alone, | |
| Imperial man! be sown in barren ground, | |
| Less privileged than grain, on which he feeds? |
YOUNG.
| (=) | Away! away to the mountain's brow, |
| Where the trees are gently waving; | |
| ('') | Away! away to the vale below, |
| Where the streams are gently laving. |
| An hour passed on;—the Turk awoke;— | |
| That bright dream was his last;— | |
| He woke—to hear his sentry's shriek, | |
| (oo) | "To ARMS! they come! (ff.) THE GREEK! THE GREEK!" |
| (pl.) | He woke to die, midst flame and smoke, |
| And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, | |
| And death shots falling thick and fast | |
| As lightnings from the mountain cloud; | |
| And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, | |
| Bozzaris cheer his band;— | |
| (oo) | "Strike—till the last armed foe expires! |
| Strike—for your altars and your fires! | |
| Strike—for the green graves of your sires! | |
| God, and your native land!" |