VI.
Oh, the woe, the woe,
Oh, the woe, the woe,
Oh, the woe,
Cities famishing, villages still,
Blood in the valley and fire on the hill;
Horror, havoc, curses and tears,—
Dark desolation for years! years!
Columbia, how's the woe?
VII.
Oh, the end, the end,
Oh, the end, the end,
Oh, the end,
Griefs and graves at every hearth,
Heaven offended, outraged Earth:
Prayers for vengeance from ev'ry tomb—
Borne to the living a doom! doom!
Columbia, how's the end?
Here Bonbon, the French chap, struck in, and says he: "Oh, the ass, the ass, Oh, the ass, the ass, Oh, the ass——"
"Silence, Napoleon!" says the British chap, "and r-r-remember Waterloo! The next metrical gem," says he, "illustrates the deeper profundity of British thought, and conveys a moral lesson of the deepest significance to babes and sucklings. Hem!"—
COLUMBIA'S AGONY.
BY MARTIN FARQUHAR TUP——R.
I hold it good—as who shall hold it bad?
To lave Columbia in the boiling tears
I shed for Freedom when my soul is sad,
And having shed proceed to shed again:
For human sadness sad to all appears,
And tears men sometimes shed are shed by men.