The quivering leaves their showers distil,
The swollen stream sweeps madly on,
The north wind low is numbing chill
To him that weary waits the dawn.

It comes at last O beam of hope!

Thank God that doth the day restore;
The sun mounts up the eastern slope,
And, comrades, camp is gained once more.
Camp Elkwater, Va., Oct. 14, 1861.

WAR SONG.

DEDICATED TO THE MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENTS.

UP

BY W. W. STORY.

P with the Flag of the Stripes and the Stars! Gather together from plough and from loom! Hark to the signal! the music of wars Sounding for tyrants and traitors their doom. March, march, march, march!

Down with the foe to the Land and the Laws! Marching together, our country to save,

WAR SONG.

God shall be with us to strengthen our cause, Nerving the heart and the hand of the brave. March, march, march, march!

Brothers unite rouse in your might,

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For Justice and Freedom, for God and the
Right!

Flag of the Free! under thee we will fight, Shoulder to shoulder, our face to the foe;

Death to all traitors, and God for the Right! Singing this song as to battle we go:

March, march, march, march!

Land of the Free- that our fathers of old, Bleeding together, cemented in blood

Give us thy blessing, as brave and as bold,
Standing like one, as our ancestors stood
We march, march, march, march!
Conquer or fall! Hark to the call:
Justice and Freedom for one and for all!

Chain of the slave we have suffered so longStriving together, thy links we will break!

Hark! for God hears us, as echoes our song,

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ELLS WORTH.

Sounding the cry to make Tyranny quake:
March, march, march, march!
Conquer or fall! Rouse to the call

Justice and Freedom for one and for all!

Workmen arise! There is work for us now; Ours the red ledger for bayonet pen ;

Sword be our hammer, and cannon our plough; Liberty's loom must be driven by men!

March, march, march, march!

Freemen we fight, roused in our might,
For Justice and Freedom, for God and the
Right!

ELLSWORTH.

HO is this ye say is slain?

WH

Whose voice answers not again?

Ellsworth, shall we call in vain

On thy name to-day?

No! from every vale and hill

Our response all hearts shall thrill, "Ellsworth's fame is with us still,

Ne'er to pass away!"

ELLS WORTH.

Bring that rebel banner low,
Hoisted by a treacherous foe:

'T was for that they dealt the blow,
Laid him in the dust.

Raise aloft, that all may see,
His loved flag of Liberty.
Forward, then, to victory,

Or perish if we must!

Hark to what Columbia saith:
"Mourn not for his early death,
With each patriot's dying breath

Strength renewed is given
To the cause of truth and right,
To the land for which they fight.
After darkness cometh light, -

Such the law of Heaven."

So we name him not in vain,
Though he comes not back again!
For his country he was slain;

Ellsworth's blood shall rise

To our gracious Saviour — King:

'Tis a holy gift we bring;

Such a sacred offering

God will not despise.

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No

FREEDOM.

BY MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER.

blots on the banner of Light!

No Slaves in the land of the Free!

No Wrong to be rampant where all should be

Right,

No sin that is shameful to see!

America, — show the wide world in thy strength How sternly determined thou art

To cut from thy soil, in its breadth and its length, The canker that gnaws at thy heart!

Uprouse thee! and swear by thy Might
This evil no longer shall be;

For all men are brothers, the black as the white,
And sons of one Father are we!

America,

now is the perilous time,

When safety is solely decreed

To ridding the heart of old habits of crime,
And simply repenting indeed.

Away to the bats and the moles

With the lash and the goad and the chain ! Away with the buying and selling of souls, And slavery toiling in pain!