Join we our bleeding country to restore.
Thus then combining, heart and voice joining,
Send the shouts of Liberty from shore to shore.
SONNET.
Pleasant it is awhile to linger here,
Amid the woodlands, listening to the breeze,
That bathes my throbbing temples, to mine ear,
As fitfully it sweeps along the trees,
Moaning not immelodious. Sacred shade!
I would fain dwell in your most dark recess,