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LIST OF AUTHORS.

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KERR, ORPHEUS, (R. H. NEWELL,)............ 47

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LYRICS OF LOYALTY.

OUR COUNTRY'S CALL.

BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

AY down the axe, fling by the spade :
Leave in its track the toiling plough;
The rifle and the bayonet-blade

For arms like yours were fitter now;
And let the hands that ply the pen

Quit the light task, and learn to wield The horseman's crooked brand, and rein The charger on the battle-field.

Our country calls; away! away!

To where the blood-stream blots the green.

Strike to defend the gentlest sway

That Time in all his course has seen. 1

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OUR COUNTRY'S CALL.

See, from a thousand coverts

see

Spring the armed foes that haunt her track;

They rush to smite her down, and we
Must beat the banded traitors back.

Ho! sturdy as the oaks ye cleave,
And moved as soon to fear and flight,
Men of the glade and forest! leave
Your woodcraft for the field of fight.
The arms that wield the axe must pour
An iron tempest on the foe;

His serried ranks shall reel before
The arm that lays the panther low.

And

ye

who breast the mountain storm By grassy steep or highland lake, Come, for the land ye love, to form

A bulwark that no foe can break.
Stand, like your own gray cliffs that mock
The whirlwind; stand in her defence:
The blast as soon shall move the rock
As rushing squadrons bear ye thence.

And ye, whose homes are by her grand
Swift rivers, rising far away,
Come from the depth of her green land
As mighty in your march as they;

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