The Glorious Fourth.

Hurrah for the Fourth, the glorious Fourth,
The day we all love best,
When East and West and South and North,
No boy takes breath or rest.
When the banners float and the bugles blow,
And drums are on the street,
Throbbing and thrilling, and fifes are shrilling,
And there's tread of marching feet.

Hurrah for the nation's proudest day,
The day that made us free!
Let our cheers ring out in a jubilant shout
Far over land and sea.
Hurrah for the flag on the school-house roof,
Hurrah for the white church spire!
For the homes we love, and the tools we wield,
And the light of the household fire.

Hurrah, hurrah for the Fourth of July,
The day we love and prize,
When there's wonderful light on this fair green earth,
And beautiful light in the skies.


The Middle Daughter.

BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER.