When the long line of chanting Zouaves, like a flood,

From the green of the woodlands rolled, crimson as

blood,

"Column! Forward!"

While the sound of their song, like the surge of the

seas,

With the "Star-Spangled Banner" swelled over the leas;

And the sword of Duryea, like a torch, led the

way,

Bearing down on the batteries of Bethel that

day,

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"Column! Forward!"

Through green-tasselled cornfields our columns were thrown,

And like corn by the red scythe of fire we were mown;

The march on Bethel was begun in high spirits, at midnight, but it was near noon when the Zouaves, in their crimson uniform, led by Colonel Duryea, charged the batteries, after singing the "Star-Spangled Banner" in chorus. Major Winthrop fell in the storming of the enemy's defences, and was left on the battle-field. Lieut. Greble, the only other officer killed, was shot at his gun soon after. This fatal contest inaugurated the "war of posts" which raged in Virginia.

Oh! the fields of fair June have no lack of sweet

flowers,

But their rarest and best breathe no fragrance like

ours;

And the sunshine of June, sprinkling gold on the

corn,

Hath no harvest that ripeneth like BETHEL's red

morn,

"Column! Forward!"

When our heroes, like bridegrooms, with lips and with breath,

Drank the first kiss of Danger and clasped her in

death;

And the heart of brave WINTHROP grew mute, with his lyre,

When the plumes of his genius lay moulting in

fire,

Where he fell shall be sunshine as bright as his

name,

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NORTHMEN, COME OUT!

And the grass where he slept shall be green as his

fame;

For the gold of the Pen and the steel of the

air,

And the flowers and the grass-blades his memory

upbear;

While the breath of his genius, like music in leaves, With the corn-tassels whispers, and sings in the sheaves,

"Column! Forward!"

NORTHMEN, COME OUT!

DEDICATED TO THE MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENTS.

BY CHARLES GODFREY LELAND.

(AIR- Burschen heraus!)

NORTHMEN, come out!

Forth unto battle with storm and shout!

Freedom calls you once again,

NORTHMEN, COME OUT. !

To flag and fort and tented plain ;

Then come with drum and trump and song,
And raise the war-cry wild and strong:
Northmen, come out!

Northmen, come out!

The foe is waiting round about,
With paixhan, mortar, and petard,
To tender us their Beau-regard;
With shot and shrapnell, grape and shell,
We'll give them back the fire of hell :
Northmen, come out!

Northmen, come out!

Give the pirates a roaring rout;

Out in your strength and let them know
How Working Men to Work can go.
Out in your might and let them feel

How Mudsills strike when edged with steel :
Northmen, come out!

Northmen, come out!

Come like your grandsires stern and stout;
Though Cotton be of Kingly stock,
Yet royal heads may reach the block;
The Puritan taught it once in pain,
His sons shall teach it once again:
Northmen, come out!

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PRO PATRIA.

Northmen, come out!

Forth into battle with storm and shout!

He who lives with victory's blest,
He who dies gains peaceful rest.
Living or dying, let us be
Still vowed to God and Liberty!
Northmen, come out!

PRO PATRIA.

INSCRIBED TO THE SECOND NEW HAMPSHIRE

REGIMENT.

BY THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.

I.

THE grand old earth shakes at the tread of the

Norsemen,

Who meet, as of old, in defence of the true; All hail to the stars that are set in their banner! All hail to the red, and the white, and the blue! As each column wheels by,

Hear their hearts' battle-cry,

It was Warren's,—'Tis sweet for our country to die!

II.

Lancaster and Coos, Laconia and Concord,

Old Portsmouth and Keene, send their stalwart young men;