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FOLLOWING THE DRUM.

Up, Man! and labor while you may ;
Behold your King, or Slave, To-DAY.

K

FOLLOWING THE DRUM.

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ISS me good-by, my dear!" he said;
"When I come back we will be wed."
Crying, she kissed him, Good-by, Ned!"
And the soldier followed the drum,
The drum,

The echoing, echoing drum.

Rataplan Rataplan! Rataplan!
Follow me, follow me, each true man;
Living or dying, strike while you can!
And the soldiers followed the drum,
The drum,

The echoing, echoing drum.

Proudly and firmly marched off the men ;
Who had a sweetheart thought of her then;
Tears were coming, but brave lips smiled when
The soldiers followed the drum,

The drum,

The echoing, echoing drum.

THE UNION.

One with a woman's curl next to his heart,
He felt her last smile pierce like a dart;

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She thought "death in life" comes when we part
From soldiers following the drum,
The drum,

The echoing, echoing drum.

THE UNION!

A, NATIONAL SONG.

BY FRANCIS DE HAES JANVIER.

"Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable!"

Howsoe'er we may differ, in this we agree : Our glorious banner no traitor shall mar,

By effacing a stripe, or destroying a star! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever!

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THE UNION.

II.

The Union! The Union! 'Twas purchased with blood!

Side by side, to secure it, our forefathers stood:From the North to the South, through the length of the land,

Ran the war-cry which summoned that patriot band!

Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever!

III

The Union! The Union! At Lexington first, Through the clouds of oppression, its radiance burst:

But at Yorktown rolled back the last vapory crest, And, a bright constellation, it blazed in the

West!

Division! No, never! The Union forever!

And cursed be the hand that our country would sever!

IV.

The Union! The Union! Its heavenly light Cheers the hearts of the nations who grope in the night,

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And, athwart the wide ocean, falls, gilding the

tides,

A path to the country where Freedom abides! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever!

V.

The Union! The Union! In God we repose ! We confide in the power that vanquished our

foes!

The God of our fathers,

Oh, still may He be The strength of the Union, the hope of the free! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever!

THE BATTLE.

BY RUTH N. CROMWELL.

THE
HE battle was over, we had won it, they said;

I heard the brief tale of the heroes who led,Of the hosts that went in, of the few that came out, Of the charge for the Union, the carnage and

rout.

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THE BATTLE.

God pity the hearts that are cleft to the core
For the heroes who fell on Potomac's blue shore!

Alone by my casement, at the dead of the night, Like a blast from the battle came news of the fight;

I heard not the shriek of the death-dooming gun,
I saw not the sabres that flashed in the sun;
No tumult of glory lit up the dark plain

Whose furrows ran red with the blood of the slain.

Oh, deaf was my ear to the whoop and the roar,
And blind was my eye to the trappings of war;
I saw not the charger, decked out in his pride,
For the pale horse of Death that stalked by his
side;

pæans of joy, hosanna and prayer,

Ye were lost in the dirges that burdened the air.

Ay, naught but the wail from mountain and strand,

That arose to the skies from the heart of the

land;

O Columbia, my country, proud land of my birth,
I have need to remember thy mission on earth;
I have need to remember, heart-weary and torn,
The flag that our fathers unfurl'd to the morn.