Droop not, my brothers! we yet shall be free!
MISCELLANEOUS LYRICS.
THE CALL TO BATTLE.
“Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking signs,
Which ne’er might be repeated.” Byron.
The vesper-bell, from church and tower,
Had sent its dying sound;