When the dread struggle is over, over,
And Liberty’s duty is fairly done,
We will offer our hands to the vanquished, vanquished,
And bid them be once more the Many in One!
Sheathe the sword, Northland! Northland! Northland!
Only when Treason no longer lowers!
Only when Union, Union, Union!
For all the great Future, is ours, still ours!
The Great Union Club.
BY ROBERT M. HART.