OUR COUNTRY.

For all the tears of blood we sow,
She waits the rich return.

She sees, with clearer eye than ours,

The good of suffering born,

The hearts that blossom like her flowers,
And ripen like her corn.

Oh! give to us, in times like these,

The vision of her eyes;

And make her eyes and fruited trees
Our golden prophecies!

Oh! give to us her finer ear!

Above this stormy din;

We too would hear the bells of cheer
Ring peace and freedom in.

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OUR COUNTRY.

E sailors on the mighty deep,

YE

Ye soldiers of the land,

Your sacred oaths we bid ye keep,

We bid ye faithful stand.

This broad land, this whole land, this free land is

yours,

It is the noble Union your Constancy secures !

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OUR COUNTRY.

No narrow State in this dread hour

Shall dare to claim your birth,
Allegiance to the Federal power
Is more than Home or Hearth.

This broad land, this whole land, this free land is yours,

It is the noble Union your Loyalty secures !

Keep ye the mighty river

Unbroken in its tide,

And the hills that stand forever,

Let no mean hand divide.

This broad land, this whole land, this free land is

yours,

It is the noble Union your Fidelity secures !

The laws your fathers writ in blood

No impious thought shall break,

The flag they bore through fire and flood

Let no true heart forsake.

This broad land, this whole land, this free land is

yours,

It is the noble Union your Bravery secures!

SYMPATHY.

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SYMPATHY.

BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

MY country weepeth sore

Above her fallen brave,

By field, by grove, by stream they lie,
Their faces toward their native sky,
And scarcely find a grave.

She listeneth to the wail

That from a thousand homes

By town, by tower, by prairie bright,
At dawn, at noon, at dead of night,
In wild discordance comes.

She at the threshold grieves,
Where stretched on pallets lie,
Beneath the surgeon's scalpel keen,
The stalwart form, the noble mien,
Convulsed with agony.

She bendeth o'er the wave,
Where sank the patriot train
Whose volleying guns a farewell sent,
As downward with their ship they went,
To the unfathomed main.

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CLARIBEL'S PRAYERS.

She listeneth as the Earth,
Surcharg'd with bloody rain,
Her many cherished sons demands:
Her bold, her beautiful, whose hands
Made rich her harvest-wain.

She kneeleth at the Throne

Of mercy, day and night;
She looketh o'er the war-cloud dim,
With an unwavering trust in Him
Who doeth all things right.

CLARIBEL'S PRAYERS.

THE day, with cold, gray feet, clung shivering to the hills,

While o'er the valley, still night's rain-fringed curtains fell;

But waking blue eyes smiled. "Tis ever as God wills;

He knoweth best, and be it rain or shine, 't is

well,

Praise God!" cried always little Claribel.

Then sank she on her knees. With eager, lifted hands,

CLARIBEL'S PRAYERS.

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Her rosy lips made haste some dear request to

tell:

"O Father! smile, and save this fairest of all

lands,

And make her free, whatever hearts rebel.

Amen! Praise God!" cried little Claribel.

"And, Father," still arose another pleading prayer, "Oh! save my brother, in the rain of shot and

shell;

Let not the death-bolt, with its horrid streaming hair,

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Dash light from those sweet eyes I love so well.

Amen! Praise God!" wept little Claribel.

'But, Father, grant that when the glorious fight is done,

And up the crimson sky the shouts of Freedom

swell,

Grant that there be no nobler victor 'neath the sun Than he whose golden hair I love so well.

Amen! Praise God!" cried little Claribel.

When gray and dreary day shook hands with grayer night,

The heavy air was filled with clangor of a bell. "Oh, shout!" the herald cried, his worn eyes brimmed with light: