CHAPTER IX. Song of the Hague, in 1779-"God Save the Thirteen States"-- Our Union—“The Blood that flowed at Lexington"—Mount Vernon— "Alleghanian Thunder-toned Decree"- Our Country's Flag"Our Country, Right or Wrong"-Posterity's Delight—“Three Hundred Thousand more"-The Spangled Flag-Its Pride and Glory-Foreign Foes, beware. THE following Song, written by a Dutch lady at the Hague, in 1779, for the sailors of five American vessels at Amsterdam, ought to be re-produced at this time, that it may never be forgotten by the American people as long as the days that tried men's souls are remembered God save the Thirteen States! long rule the United States! Make us victorious-happy and glorious, Oft did her grievance state, but Britain, falsely great, Urging her desperate fate, turned a deaf ear. Now the proud British foe, we've made, by victories, know, Witness at Bunker's Hill, where god-like Warren fell, To our famed Washington-brave Starke at Bennington, Peace to Montgomery's shade, who as he fought and bled, View Saratoga's plain, our captures on the main, Our catalogue is long, of heroes yet unsung, The mother's melting moans, the aged father's groans, Ye British whigs beware! your chains near formed are, Come join your hands to ours; no royal blocks, no towers, Thus in our country's cause, and to support our laws; We'll fear no tyrant's nod, no stern oppression's rod, Thus Liberty, when driven from Europe's states, is given O Lord, thy gifts in store, we pray on Congress pour, May union bless our land, while we, with heart and hand, Our mutual rights defend-God save our states! God save the Thirteen States! long watch the prosperous fates, Make us victorious! happy and glorious! No tyrants over us! God save our States! The following songs, on account of their beautiful allusions to our patriot fathers and to the flag, should be transmitted to posterity as memorials of American patriotism still alive in the civil conflict of 1860. OUR UNION. The blood that flowed at Lexington, and crimsoned bright Champlain, Streams still along the Southern Gulf, and by the Lakes of Maine; It flows in veins that swell above Pacific's golden sand, And throbs in hearts that love and grieve by dark Atlantic's strand. It binds in one vast brotherhood the trappers of the West And those to whom September brings the fire-side's social hours With those who see December's brow enwreathed with gorgeous flowers. From where Columbia laughs to meet the smiling Western wave, Wherever Arnold's tale is told, it dyes the cheek with shame It is a sacred legacy ye never can divide, Nor take from village urchin, nor the son of city pride, Nor the hunter's white-haired children, who find a fruitful home, Where nameless lakes are sparkling, and where lonely rivers roam. Greene drew his sword at Eutaw, and bleeding Southern feet Can ye divide that record bright, and tear the names apart That erst were written boldly there with plight of hand and heart? Can ye erase a Hancock's name, e'en with the sabre's edge, Or wash out with fraternal blood a Carroll's double pledge? Say, can the South sell out her share in Bunker's hoary height? Or can the North give up her boast of Yorktown's closing fight? Can ye divide with equal hand a heritage of graves, Or rend in twain the starry flag that o'er them proudly waves? Can ye cast lots for Vernon's soil, or chaffer 'midst the gloom Or make your burning curses o'er his pure and calm repose? "Ye dare not!" is the Alleghanian thunder-toned decree, 'Tis echoed where Nevada guards the blue and tranquil sea, Where tropic waves delighted clasp our flowery Southern shore, And where through frowning mountain gates Nebraska's waters roar ! OUR COUNTRY'S FLAG. BY A. W. BURKHART. Come all ye sons of liberty, and join us in our song, Hurrah! hurrah! for liberty, hurrah! Hurrah for our country's flag, with all its stripes and stars. The Union that our father's made in hallowed days of yore, Hurrah! hurrah! for our father's flag, hurrah! Hurrah for the red, the white, the blue, with every radiant star. Our country's flag, the patriot's pride-the symbol of the free; Hurrah for freedom's glorious stripes and shining stars so bright. 'Twas borne aloft by Washington, in days of "seventy-six." 'Twas fashioned by the sainted dead, we'll not betray it now. 'Twas consecrated by the blood of countless heroes slain— Let us preserve its sacred folds free from dishonor's stain. May curses seize the traitor knave who would its beauty mar, Hurrah! hurrah! for the Union flag hurrah! Red, blue and white its stripes so bright, and its galaxy of stars. Then may it wave o'er freedom's home its stripes of red and white Hurrah! hurrah! for our country's flag hurrah! That banner bright, our heart's delight, begemmed with many a star. "THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE!” BY W. C. BRYANT. We are coming, "Father Abraham," three hundred thousand more, We are coming "Father Abraham," three hundred thousand more. If you look across the hill-tops that meet the northern sky, If you look up all the valleys, where the growing harvests shine, You have called us, and we're coming, by Richmond's bloody tide, To lay us down for freedom's sake our brothers' bones beside, |