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SONG OF THE SOLDIERS.

That not among the heaps of slain
Dumb are the lips she's kissed.

Oh, poor, pale child! Oh, woman heart!
Its weakness triumphed o'er by strength!
Love teaching pain discipline's art,
And conquering at length!

SONG OF THE SOLDIERS.

BY PRIVATE MILES O'RIELLY.

AIR-Jamie's on the Stormy Sea.

IRADES known in marches many,

COMRA

Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by memories many,
Brothers ever let us be.

Wounds or sickness may divide us,
Marching orders may divide us,
But, whatever fate betide us,

Brothers of the heart are we.

Comrades, known by faith the clearest,
Tried when death was near and nearest,
Bound we are by ties the dearest,

Brothers evermore to be.

COLUMBIA'S INVOCATION.

And, if spared, and growing older,
Shoulder still in line with shoulder,
And with hearts no thrill the colder,
Brothers ever we shall be.

By communion of the banner,
Crimson, white, and starry banner,
By the baptism of the banner,

Children of one Church are we.

Creed nor faction can divide us,
Race nor language can divide us,
Still, whatever fate betide us,

Children of the Flag are we!

COLUMBIA'S INVOCATION.

BY CHARLES A. BARRY.

COLUMBIA, washing out with tears

And hero-blood her only shame,
Turns to her Flag of eighty years,
Immortal in its stars and flame:
O beauteous gift of God! she cries ;
Gleam out on every hill and plain !
Wave o'er my people as they rise

To win me back my fame again.

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COLUMBIA'S INVOCATION.

Her Eagle from his loftiest peak
The pride of all his nature shows
Screams wildly — with a clashing beak
Defiance to her gathering foes.
Aloft, he swoops on tireless wings,
Not him can cannon-crash appall!
Through fire and smoke his anger rings,
Accordant to her clarion call.

Then rouse, ye freemen; sound a blast From all your trumpets, loud and long! Let not th' avenging time go past,

Be swift, and terrible, and strong! Uplift the Flag; let not a star

Be sundered from its field of blue!

With fond lips kiss each sacred bar
That runs our deathless emblem through,

And, God be with you! Hasten on!
With martial pæans rend the sky!
Let bayonets glisten in the sun,

And all your battle-banners fly!

And smite to kill! See! Freedom bleeds! She calls you with her stifled breath!

Rebellion to her temple speeds:

March on, to Victory or Death!

THE NORTHERN VOLUNTEERS.

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THE NORTHERN VOLUNTEERS.

WE

BY GEORGE BOWERYEM.

E arm by thousands strong,
To battle for the Right,

And this shall be our song,
As we march into the fight:

With our country's banner o'er us,
And traitor ranks before us,
Let Freedom be the chorus

Of the Northern Volunteers!

Now hearken to the cheers

Of the Northern Volunteers!

[Chorus of cheering.]

When the battle rages round,

And the rolling of the drum
And the trembling of the ground
Tell usurpers that WE COME !

Then the War's deep-mouthed thunder
Shall our lightnings cleave asunder,

And our enemies shall wonder

At the Northern Volunteers!

Shall wonder at the cheers

Of the Northern Volunteers!

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True, loyal sons are we

Of men who fought and died To leave their children free, Whom dastards now deride! Tremble, traitors! at the beaming Of our starry banner gleaming, When, like a torrent streaming,

Come the Northern Volunteers! Dealing death amid their cheers, Come the Northern Volunteers!

When Northern men unite,

Heart to heart and hand to hand,
For Freedom's cause to fight,

Shall Wrong the Right withstand?
With our country's banner o'er us,
And rebels base before us,
And Liberty the chorus

Of the Northern Volunteers,

How terrible the cheers

Of the Northern Volunteers!

Where Freedom's banner waves,
Over land or over sea,

It shall not cover slaves!

They shall touch it and be free!
Tremble, tyrants! at the flashing