Take down now your flaunting banner; for a scout comes breathless and pale, With the terror of death upon him; of failure is all his tale: "They have fled while the flag waved o'er them, they've turned to the foe their back; They are scattered, pursued, and slaughtered; the fields are all rout and wrack." Pass hence then, the friends I gathered, a goodly company, All ye that have manhood in you, go, perish for Liberty! But I and the babes God gave me will wait with uplifted hearts, With the firm smile ready to kindle, and the will to perform our parts. When the last true heart lies bloodless, when the fierce and the false have won, I'll press in turn to my bosom each daughter and either son: Bid them loose the flag from its bearings, and we'll lay us down to rest With the glory of home about us, and its freedom locked in our breast. HARVARD STUDENT'S SONG. REMEMBER ye the fateful gun that sounded To Sumter's walls from Charleston's treacherous shore? Remember ye how hearts indignant bounded Remember ye how, out of boyhood leaping, We praised the calm Horatian ode no more, That held its throb above the cannon's roar. Remember ye the pageants dim and solemn, Where Love and Grief have borne the funeral pall? With arms reversed, to Him who conquers all? With whom the summer of our youth departs. Look back no more! our time has come, my brothers! ONE AND MANY. HE is dead with whom we spake ; Ere the latest war cloud brake, Vanished, with the smile he wore As a star that leaves its place Loving loath to see him go. Where he was, a shadow rests, |