COUNTRIES.
AMERICA.
America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every laud.
Festus: Sc. The Surface. P.J. BAILEY.
Hail Columbia! happy land!
Hail ye heroes, heaven-born band!
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoyed the peace your valor won!
Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
Firm—united—let us be,
Rallying round our liberty:
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Hail Columbia. J. HOPKINSON.
Around I see
The powers that be;
I stand by Empire's primal springs;
And princes meet
In every street,
And hear the tread of uncrowned kings!
* * * * *
Not lightly fall
Beyond recall
The written scrolls a breath can float;
The crowning fact
The kingliest act
Of Freedom is the freeman's vote!
The Eve of Election. J.G. WHITTIER.
Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been to their feet as a doorstep
Into a world unknown,—the corner-stone of a nation!
Courtship of Miles Standish. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
They love their land because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why;
Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,
And think it kindness to his majesty.
Connecticut. F-G. HALLECK.
How has New England's romance fled,
Even as a vision of the morning!
Its right foredone,—its guardians dead,—
Its priestesses, bereft of dread,
Waking the veriest urchin's scorning!