THE BUGLE CALL.
Oh hark! we hear the bugle call,
Resounding o’er the land,
To arms, to arms, yes one and all,
Now by our country stand;
The flag our fathers died to save,
Unfurled for ever more
In ev’ry clime, long may it wave,
The wide world o’er and o’er.
Of justice, freedom, honor sing,
Of peace for all mankind,
With love let glad hozannas ring,
From ev’ry heart and mind;
Our country’s flag, our emblem fair,
Inspires us with zeal
To love and cherish, do and dare,
All for our country’s weal.
Her famous banner raised on high,
Sweet liberty proclaim,
For all beneath God’s arching sky,
All o’er earth’s vast domain,
Now we see her arm extending,
Far o’er the briny deep,
Hopes of freedom she is bringing,
To hearts that ache and weep.
LIFE’S FLOWERS.
A little flow’r is born to earth,
It blooms then fades, yes fades away,
But its influence and beauty,
Within our hearts remain for aye;
We can hear a sweet voice calling,
We see the sunshine of a smile,
We feel a joy sublimely sweet
Just radiating all the while.
For dear mem’ries cluster round us,
Sweet messages of love are they,
And they tell us, plainly tell us
All earthly life is but decay,
But the spirit liveth ever,
And all the good and ill we do
Reflect sunshine or cast shadows
O’er life’s flowers so good and true.