As the twilight fairy sketches her sad pictures on the wall;”—
Independence Day: (E. V. M.)
“Oh! Freedom is a blessed thing!
And men have marched in stricken fields,”—
Independence Hymn: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian.)
“True sons of the South, from whose militant sires
The still-crested charter of Liberty sprung,”—
In Divina Catena: (E. V. M. ’69.)
“Chain the eagle and veil his eyes!
Torture him dumb and dim!”—