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Not with desponding, not with despairing,

Did the bold freemen meet the tempest-blast; But solemn, firm, with hearts and hands united,

Life, fortune, honour, staked upon the cast.

CHORUS. Then rally round the star-flag ! sons and heirs of free

men

All chains we spurn, save such as brothers bind: Oh! sacred union! marriage tie of heaven

Who dare divorce what God himself has joined ? Then hail, hail, to Union !-sole chain of freemen!

Stones of one arch, one common fate we'll find : Together !-together!-A band of brothers all, Together will we stand or fall!

When rending cannon pealed their dreadful thunder,

When hireling legions stained the sacred soil, What did our fathers in that hour appalling

Half-armed, unused to front the battle-broil ?
Not by retreating from the frightful carnage

Did the true soldiers yield the sod to slaves ;
But linked together shoulder to shoulder,
Bore their invaders back upon the waves.

Then rally, &c.

When thwarted traitors sought our bands to sunder,

When party frenzy shook the land's extremes, What did our fathers when the clouds of treason

Hung o'er our stars and dimmed their rising beams?

Not to ambition yielding false-hearted,

Were the true patriots tempted by the spoil : North, South, and West, in phalanx staunch, unbroken, Spurned their false friends and hissed them from the

scil.

Then rally, &c.

When crashing broadsides o'er the waves were booming,

When haughty fleets our commerce would dismay, What did our fathers when the lords of ocean

Bade them surrender to their sovereign sway? Not basely yielding to the lofty summons

Did the bold seamen from the struggle flee; But to the rent mast nailed the insulted standard, And round it rallying, set the ocean free.

Then rally, &c.

Firm linked and true in every coming danger,

War, civil broil, or treason's dreader pest, Still like our fathers will we cling to union

Hold but to that, and Heaven will do the rest ! Year after year along our dazzling banner

New stars uprising, swell the clustered flame : Nations benighted hail the constellationBeacon of Freedom on the heights of Fame!

Then rally, &c

ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP.

MRS. WILLARD.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For thou, oh! Lord, hast power to save.
I know thou wilt not slight my call,
For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall !
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

And such the trust that still were mine,
Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine,
Or though the tempest's fiery breath
Roused me from sleep to wreck and death!
In ocean cave still safe with Thee,
The germ of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

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And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year

On the tomb.

My grandmamma has said
Poor old lady; she is dead

Long ago-
That he had a Roman nose,
And his cheek was like a rose

In the snow.

But now his nose is thin,
And it rests upon his chin

Like a staff,
And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack

In his laugh.

I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin

At him here,
But the old three-cornered hat,
And the breeches--and all that,

Are so queer!

And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree

In the spring-
Let them smile as I do now
At the old forsaken bough

Where I cling.

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