"T is but the flapping of the sail, Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Are all with thee,-are all with thee! HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. AMERICA. [1832.] My country, 't is of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, My native country, thee, I love thy rocks and rills, Let music swell the breeze, Let mortal tongues awake, Our fathers' God, to Thee, To Thee I sing; Long may our land be bright SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH. "OLD IRONSIDES." [On the proposed breaking up of the United States frigate "Constitution."] Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! And many an eye has danced to see And burst the cannon's roar: The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more! Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, No more shall feel the victor's tread, |