HAPPY NEW YEAR, Concluded. new Year to all, Happy new Year, Happy new Year, Hap-py new Year to all. 119 3 The wonderful name of our Jesus we'll sing, 4 We now are enlisted in Jesus's cause, 5 And when to the regions of glory we rise, skies, We'll tell the glad story of Jesus's grace, 1 We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring The breathings of love 'mid the blossoms of spring; Our Maker, Redeemer, we gratefully raise Our hearts and our voices in singing thy praise. Cho. Happy meeting to all! happy meeting to all! Happy meeting, happy meeting, happy meeting [heaven, to all. 2 When stooping to earth from the brightness of *Music from the "Old Colony, or Young People's Collection" of hymns and tunes, for Sabbath Schools, Prayer and Band of Hope meetings, by Dr. E. R. BLANCHARD. 3 And then my anxious thought went down Where little Allie lay; And asked if she could tell me why I waited long, but not a word 4 At length there came a man; I think "My child," said he, "you want to know 5 The Lord perceived that she was loved And knew what troubles she would have, 137 The Flag of the Red, White and Blue. 121 Though war-clouds and dangers are o'er us, 2 The glorious ensign ne'er sever, Of Union and Freedom and Love. 3 Though traitors shall meet and dissemble, And armies of rebels shall rise, Our banner shall cause them to tremble Shall the chorus of Freedom renew, And shout as the nation rejoices, Hurrah for the Red, White and Blue. Benton Barracks, St. Louis, Feb., 1862. 122 THE HERO'S COVERING. 8s & 78. J. W. DADMUN. The venerable mother-nearly if not quite four-score-of one who recently fell bravely leading on his troops in battle, gazed calmly upon the face of her son, after his body was brought home for burial. At last a movement was made by a friend to cover the face. The noble woman put him gently aside, and carefully performing the act herself, said: "My son, I have covered you many times before; now I do it for the last time, and with the flag of your country." my darling, In thy childhood's quiet sleep; I have caught the gentle my darling, With a mother's perfect joy, Round the bed where calmly my darling, Is it indeed the last? I will cover thee as HERO'S COVERING, Concluded. 123 nights grew long and cold, on that forehead fair, soldier's honored grave; O how loving-ly How tender-ly I"covered thee," With many a downy fold. My Hero Boy! I "cover thee," With the flag you died to save. 1 Death shall not destroy my comfort, Soon I'll cross the swelling tide. 2 See the happy spirits waiting On the banks beyond the stream, See! they whisper; hark! they call me, Lo! I come! earth can't contain me: 8s & 7s. 3 Worlds of light and crowns of glory, Though by faith I now explore thee, Love, that sweetest, brightest grace. While my towering spirit flies; Now, methinks, appears in view: |