THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES GIFT OF Commodore Byron HcCandless THE LOWER OF IBJlBERTY y BY JULIA A. M. FURBISH. BOSTON: BENJAMIN B. RUSSELL, 55 CORNHILL. PORTLAND, ME.: BAILEY AND NOYES. CHICAGO, ILL.: S. S. IJOYDEX. 1869. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by JULIA A. M. FURBISH, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. CAMBRIDOK: STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY JOHN WILSON AND SON. 1'lntes printed by the New Knprland Lithographic Steam Printing Company, Boston. PS 59^ HsF? INTKODUCTIO^. HAYB thought that I could not make a more acceptable offering to gentlemen of the Army and Navy, and to all lovers of our glorious flag and the institutions which it symbolizes and pro tects, than the following collection from poets of world wide renown, illustrated, though imperfectly, by my humble pencil. During the first year of the war, when the mania for collecting Union designs for preservation was so preva lent in the loyal States, I thought that I would paint for myself, in water colors, a volume of national designs; knowing that I could thus, at my leisure and as fancy might dictate, make a more original and artistic collec tion than could be gathered from the numerous designs to be met with here and there, and which, having been published at slight expense, were of necessity wanting in beauty of coloring, and were, in most cases, imperfect in drawing. IV INTRODUCTION. I began the work in 1861, painting the pictures as they were suggested by the different emblems that ap peared during the war, and anxiously watching for every new phase of loyalty that might furnish material for my purpose. My work was a little more than a third finished when the surrender of General Lee matured the half- formed plan I had made three years previous ; namely, to complete it for publication as soon as peace should be restored. I opened a correspondence with the authors whose names will be found in the volume; and received from them the most generous and flattering proofs of their interest in the proposed work, in the form either of original or revised poems, adapted to my drawings. Suitably to requite them all for the favors bestowed upon me, is not in my power; yet gratitude to them and respect for myself require that I should at least offer them the reasonable service of sincere and hearty thanks. And here let me express my deep regret that several valuable offerings for this work have either been received too late, or have been excluded for want of time on my part to prepare suitable illustrations. I am most grate ful for the kindness of Senator Sumner, which enables me to give a sketch of the cane once belonging to our martyr-President, recently presented to him by Mrs. Lincoln, and bearing the beautiful design of the eagle shielding her nest of eaglets, with the folds of the flag, INTRODUCTION. V from the approach of a serpent. Also would I acknowl edge my indebtedness to others, whose designs in differ ent forms have aided me so materially in the illustration of this volume. It has been suggested, that it would be well to have in the collection one representation, at least, of our ban ner, " all tattered and torn; " but, on reflection, I shrank from the thought of thus helping to co'mmemorate the fact that it had been insulted by those who had solemnly sworn to keep it flying in the face of all foes without and foes within. I chose rather to regard it as a thing of divine life, which, though trampled on for a while, will, from its inherent self-restoring power, rise again, and, in company with him from whose teachings it sprang and blossomed into the Flower of Liberty, will, to the end of time and throughout the world, keep pace with the progress of Christianity and equal rights. After four years of as heroic bravery in deadly combat as was ever recorded of the embattled hosts of Alexander, Cassar, ISTapoleon, or Wellington, it now shakes out its trium phant folds over all the late rebellious States of the Union. It waves, alas ! over rivers and seas, over moun tains and plains, crimsoned with the blood of many thousands of gallant and noble young men, "Whose souls, like setting suns, Have left their radiance flung on sea and shore." IV INTRODUCTION. I began the work in 1861, painting the pictures as they were suggested by the different emblems that ap peared during the war, and anxiously watching for every new phase of loyalty that might furnish material for my purpose. My work was a little more than a third finished when the surrender of General Lee matured the half- formed plan I had made three years previous; namely, to complete it for publication as soon as peace should be restored. I opened a correspondence with the authors whose names will be found in the volume; and received from them the most generous and flattering proofs of their interest in the proposed work, in the form either of original or revised poems, adapted to my drawings. Suitably to requite them all for the favors bestowed upon me, is not in my power; yet gratitude to them and respect for myself require that I should at least offer them the reasonable service of sincere and hearty thanks. And here let me express my deep regret that several valuable offerings for this work have either been received too late, or have been excluded for want of time on my part to prepare suitable illustrations. I am most grate ful for the kindness of Senator Sumner, which enables me to give a sketch of the cane once belonging to our martyr-President, recently presented to him by Mrs. Lincoln, and bearing the beautiful design of the eagle shielding her nest of eaglets, with the folds of the flag, INTRODUCTION. V from the approach of a serpent. Also would I acknowl edge my indebtedness to others, whose designs in differ ent forms have aided me so materially in the illustration of this volume. It has been suggested, that it would be well to have in the collection one representation, at least, of our ban ner, " all tattered and torn; " but, on reflection, I shrank from the thought of thus helping to commemorate the fact that it had been insulted by those who had solemnly sworn to keep it flying in the face of all foes without and foes within. I chose rather to regard it as a thing of divine life, which, though trampled on for a while, will, from its inherent self-restoring power, rise again, and, in company with him from whose teachings it sprang and blossomed into the Flower of Liberty, will, to the end of time and throughout the world, keep pace with the progress of Christianity and equal rights. After four years of as heroic bravery in deadly combat as was ever recorded of the embattled hosts of Alexander, Ca3sar, Napoleon, or Wellington, it now shakes out its trium phant folds over all the late rebellious States of the Union. It waves, alas ! over rivers and seas, over moun tains and plains, crimsoned with the blood of many thousands of gallant and noble young men, "Whose souls, like setting suns, Have left their radiance flung on sea and shore." VI INTRODUCTION. But, although their earthly tabernacle has been de stroyed, they still live: and thank God that, through their instrumentality, the integrity of their beloved country has been maintained; and that they, as glorified spirits, can now "behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, known and honored throughout the earth, streaming in its original lustre, not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing for its motto, spread all over in characters of living light, bla zing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, the sentiment, dear to every true American heart, ' Liberty and Union, now and for ever, one and inseparable." 1 JULIA A. M. FURBISH. PORTLAND, ME. CONTENTS. , PAGE. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY Oliver Wendell Holmes .... 9 FORT WAGNER: 1863. WHO SHALL VOTE? 1865. George William Curtis .... 11 LAUS DEO! John G. Whittier 12 "NOT YET" William 'Cullen Bryant .... 15 ACCOMPLICES : VIRGINIA, 1865 Thomas Bailey Aklrich .... 17 To THE AMERICAN PEOPLE Bayard Taylor 18 CHRISTMAS BELLS Henry W. Longfellow .... 21 GOD OP PEACE Rev. John Pierpont 23 KEEP STEP WITH THE Music OF UNION .... William Ross Wallace .... 24 00R FLAG T. W. Parsons 27 VOLUNTARIES Ralph Waldo Emerson .... 29 THE SOLDIERS OF MEDUXNAKEAG David Barker ....... 30 STARS OF MY COUNTRY'S SKY L. H. Sigourney 33 "LovE ONE ANOTHER" Harriet McEwen Kimball ... 35 THE HEART OF THE WAR J. G. Holland 36 THE EAGLE OF CORINTH Henry H. BrowneU 41 OUR FLAG Kate Putnam 47 EXODUS Mrs. Adeline D. T. Whitney . . 49 THE COLOR-BEARER J. T. Trowbridge 51 FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION T. Buchanan Read 55 PEACE H. E. Prescott 57 THE FLAG Julia Ward Howe 58 "OuE GUIDING STARS" Orpheus C. Kerr 62 THE WAR-EAGLE John Neat 64 " QUAKER LOYALTY " John G. Whittier 66 THE HERO OF LAKE ERIE Henry Theodore Tuckerman . . 67 THE FLAG George, H. Baker 72 [vii] viii CONTENTS. PAGE THE SHIP OF STATE Henry W. Longfellow .... 74 NATIONAL ANTHEM: GOB OF THE FREE .... William Ross Wallace .... 75 THE FLAG Lucy Larcom . 77 AFTER ALL William Winter 79 THE UNION, EIGHT OR WRONG George P. Morris 81 THE FLAG B. P. Shillaber 83 OUR LAND AND ITS MEMORIES Charles T. Brooks 85 AMERICA Charles K. Tuckerman ., . . . 89 WOUNDED UNTO DEATH Charles A. Barry 92 THE OLD BLUE COAT Bishop Burgess 95 THE EMPTY SLEEVE David Barker 99 OUR FLAG Orpheus C. Kerr 101 UNION AND LIBERTY Oliver Wendell Holmes .... 106 OUR COUNTRY Harriet McEioen Kimball . . . 108 THE OLD FLAG OVER-SEA Henry Morford 110 P^EAN FOR VICTORY Edward P. Nowell 115 THE FLAG /. Rollin M. Squire 117 AFTER THE WAR Mrs. Ann S. Stephens .... 119 THE GREAT BELL ROLAND Theodore Tilton 121 SPIRIT OF THE UNION SOLDIERS Miles O'Re&ly 125 PEACE Phxbe Gary 127 UNION Albert Laighton 129 ABRAHAM LINCOLN Mrs, Julia Ward Howe . . . 130 X Jflotoer of f thrtw. BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. HAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from heaven so freshly born ? With, burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset-land, O, tell us what its name may be ! Is this the Flower of Liberty ? It is the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty ! In savage Nature's far abode Its tender seed our fathers sowed: The storm-winds rocked its swelling bud, Its opening leaves were streaked with blood, Till, lo, earth's tyrants shook to see The full-blown Flower of Liberty I Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty ! [9] 10 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Behold ! its streaming rays unite One mingling flood of braided light The red that fires the Southern rose "With spotless white from Northern snows, And, spangled o'er its azure sea, The sister stars of Liberty ! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty ! The blades of heroes fence it round; "Where'er it springs is holy ground: From tower and dome its glories spread; It waves where lonely sentries tread; It makes the land as ocean free, And plants an empire on the sea: Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty ! Thy sacred leaves, fair Freedom's flower, Shall ever float on dome and tower, To all their heavenly colors true, In blackening frost or crimson dew, And God love us as we love thee, Thrice holy Flower of Liberty I Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty ! THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. ll Jf0rt matter: 18S3. o stall oh? 18S5. >-^ sW (J ij BY GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS. LIVING cloud of mingled hue Across the sand impetuous came, Into a fiery whirlwind grew, And dashed against the fort in flame. One purpose in each steady heart; One light in every solemn eye: " Brothers, alive we do not part; We die together, if we die." They fought together, black and white; They fell together, true and brave; They died together in the fight; They rest together in one grave. One blood, one faith, one hope, they shared; One right with us their brethren share : To die for us those heroes dared; To wrong their brothers do we dare? 12 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. BY JOHN G. WHITTIER. On liearing the bells ring for the Constitutional Amendment abolishing Slavery in the United States. T is clone ! Clang of bell and roar of gun Send the tidings up and down. How the belfries rock and reel ! How the great guns, peal on peal, Fling the joy from town to town ! Eing, O bells! Every stroke exulting tells Of the burial-hour of crime. Loud and long, that all may hear, King for every listening ear Of Eternity and Time ! Let us kneel ! God's own voice is in that peal, And this spot is holy ground. Lord, forgive us! What are we, That our eyes this glory see, That our ears have heard the sound ! THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 13 For the Lord On the whirlwind is abroad; In the earthquake he has spoken: He has smitten with his thunder The iron walls asunder, And the gates of brass are broken! Loud and long Lift the old exulting song; Sing with Miriam by the sea: He hath cast the mighty down; Horse and rider sink and drown; He hath triumphed gloriously! Did we dare, In our agony of prayer, Ask for more than he has done? When was ever his right hand, Over any time or land, Stretched as now beneath the sun? How they pale, Ancient myth and song and tale, In this wonder of our days, "When the cruel rod of war Blossoms white with righteous law, And the wrath of man is praise! 14 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Blotted out! All within, and all about, Shall a fresher life begin ; Freer breathe the universe As it rolls its heavy curse On the dead and buried sin ! It is done! In the circuit of the sun Shall the sound thereof go forth. It shall bid the sad rejoice, It shall give the dumb a voice, It shall belt with joy the earth! Ring and swing Bells of joy ! on morning's wing Send the song of praise abroad; With a sound of broken chains, Tell the nations that He reigns "Who alone is Lord and God ! THE FLOWEK OF LIBERTY. 15 Cot t." BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. COUNTRY, marvel of the earth ! O realm to sudden greatness grown ! The age that gloried in thy birth, Shall it behold thee overthrown ? Shall traitors lay that greatness low ? : land of hope and blessing, no ! And we, who wear thy glorious name, Shall we, like cravens, stand apart, When those whom thou hast trusted aim The death-blow at thy generous heart? Forth goes the battle-cry, and lo ! Hosts rise in harness, shouting no ! And they who founded in our land The power that rules from sea to sea, Bled they in vain, or vainly planned To leave their country great and free? Their sleeping ashes, from below, Send up the thrilling murmur, no I THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Knit they the gentle ties which long These sister States were proud to wear, And forged the kindly links so strong, For idle hands in sport to tear, For scornful hands aside to throw? No: by our fathers' memory, no ! Our humming marts, our iron ways, Our wind-tossed woods on mountain crest; The hoarse Atlantic, with his lays, The calm broad ocean of the West, And Mississippi's torrent flow, And loud Niagara, answer, no ! Not yet the hour is nigh, when they Who deep in Eld's dim twilight sit, Earth's ancient kings, shall rise and say, w Proud country, welcome to the pit : So soon art thou, like us, brought low? " No : sullen groups of shadows, no ! For now, behold the arm that gave The victory in our fathers' day, Strong as of old to guard and save, That mighty arm which none can stay, On clouds above and fields below, Writes in men's sight, the answer, no ! THE FLO WEE OF LIBERTY. 17 kes : Uirghria, 1805. BY THOMAS BAILEY ALDIUCH. HE soft new grass is creeping o'er the graves By the Potomac; and the crisp ground-flower Lifts its blue cup to catch the passing shower; The pine-cone ripens, and the long moss waves Its tangled gonfalons above our braves. Hark, what a burst of music from yon bower ! The Southern nightingale that, hour by hour, In its melodious summer madness raves. Ah ! with what delicate touches of her hand, With what sweet voices, Nature seeks to screen The awful Crime of this distracted land, Sets her birds singing, while she spreads her green Mantle of velvet where the Murdered lie, As if to hide the horror from God's eye ! 18 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. % Jimmcatt BY BAYARD TAYLOR. HAT late, in half-despair, I said, " The Nation's ancient life is dead ; Her arm is weak, her blood is cold; She hugs the peace that gives her gold, The shameful peace, that sees expire Each beacon-light of patriot-fire, And makes her court a traitor's den : " Forgive me this, my countrymen ! Oh ! in your long forbearance grand, Slow to suspect the treason planned, Enduring wrong, yet hoping good, For sake of olden brotherhood ; How grander, how sublimer far At the roused eagle's call ye are, Leaping from slumber to the fight For Freedom and for Chartered Right ! THE FLOWER OP LIBERTY. 19 Throughout the land there goes a cry; A sudden splendor fills the sky; From every hill the banners burst, Like buds by April breezes iiurst: In every hamlet, home, and mart, The fire-beat of a single heart Keeps time to strains whose pulses mix Our blood with that of Seventy-Six ! The shot whereby the old flag fell From Sumter's battered citadel Struck down the lines of party creed, And made ye one in soul and deed, One mighty People, stern and strong, To crush the consummated wrong; Indignant with the wrath whose rod Smites as the awful sword of God ! The cup is full ! They thought ye blind ; The props of state they undermined ; Abused your trust, your strength defied, And stained the Nation's name of pride. Now lift to heaven your loyal brows, Swear once again your fathers' vows, And cut through traitor hearts a track To nobler fame and freedom back ! 20 THE FLOWEK OF LIBERTY. Draw forth your million blades as one; Complete the battle then begun ! God fights -with ye, and overhead Floats the dear banner of your dead : They, and the glories of the Past, The Future dawning dim and vast, And all the holiest hopes of man, Are beaming triumph in your van ! Slow to resolve, be swift to do ! Teach ye the False how fight the True ! How bucklered Perfidy shall feel In her black heart the Patriot's steel ; How sure the bolt that Justice wings; How weak the arm a traitor brings ; How mighty they who steadfast stand For Freedom's Flag and Freedom's Land ! THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 21 Christmas BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. HEAKD the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! J thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men Till, ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good- will to men ! Then from each black, accursed mouth, The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good- will to men ! 22 THE FLOWER OP LIBERTY. It was as if an earthquake rent The hearthstones of a continent, And made forlorn The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men ! And in despair I bowed my head: " There is no peace on earth," I said; " For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men ! " 4- Then pealed the bells more loud and deep " God is not dead; nor doth he sleep ! The Wrong shall fail, The Bight prevail, With peace on earth, good- will to men ! " THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 23 of BY THE REV. JOHN PIEKPOXT. OD of Peace! whose spirit fills All the echoes of our hills, All the murmurs of our rills, Now the storm is o'er : Oh, let freemen be our sons; And let future Washingtons Rise to lead their valiant ones, Till there's war no more ! By the patriot's- hallowed rest, By the warrior's gory breast, Never let our graves be pressed By a despot's throne: By the Pilgrim's toils and cares, By their battles and their prayers, By their ashes, let our heirs . Bow to thee alone. 24 THE FLOWER OF LIBEETY. Step toiilj % Slwsk of Union BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE. EEP step with the music of Union! The music our ancestors sung "When States, like a jubilant chorus, To beautiful sisterhood sprung. Oh! thus shall their great Constitution, That guards all the homes of the land, A mountain of freedom and justice For millions eternally stand. North and South, East and West, all unfurling ONE banner alone o'er the sod; ONE voice from America swelling In worship of Liberty's God. Keep step with the music of Union ! 'Tis thus we shall nourish the light Our fathers lit for the chained nations That darkle in Tyranny's night. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 25 The blood of the whole world is with us, O'er ocean by oligarchs hurled, And they who would dare to attack us Shall sink with the wrath of a world. North and South, &c. " Keep step with the music of Union ! " Our soldiers and sailor-boys shout, "While from their invincible cannon The thunders roll choruses out, " Down, down with all traitors polluting The world Freedom's God gave the Free ! The Flag of GRANT, FARRAGUT, ever Shall rule on the shore and the sea. North and South, &c." " Keep step with the music of Union ! " Still LINCOLN, the glorified, cries; The flames of the patriot flashing, Like lightning of heaven, from his eyes; Red wrath on all copperhead demons Who dare trail their .blasphemous slime On Loyalty's thrice-sacred flowers, That WASHINGTON sowed in our clime ! North and South, &c. 26 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Keep step with the music of Union ! All traitors shall sink at the sound; But patriots march on to Heaven, With hallowed harmony crowned: Then cheer for the Past with its glory, For the resolute Present hurrah, And shout for the starry-browed Future, With Virtue and Freedom and Law ! North and South, East and West, all unfurling ONE banner alone o'er the sod; ONE voice from America swelling In worship of Liberty's God ! THE FLOWER OP LIBERTY. 27 BY T. W. PARSONS. " Liberia va cercando, che e" si cara !" DAXTE. It waves for Liberty, that is so dear ! TILL proudest symbol on the seas, Young banner of my native land ! The time is near when every breeze By which thy starry folds are fanned Shall bring the name of Freedom clear, More clear than ever heard before. To each expecting bondman's ear, On every tyrant-trodden shore. Beyond the fires of Hecla, thou Shalt burn with no uncertain gleam, And crowds of worshippers shall bow To thee by many an orient stream. 28 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Dull Egypt, startled in her fen, Shall hail thee fluttering in the Nile ! And fearless tribes of painted men Salute thee from their savage isle. Wherever other flags may dare To carry new distress and wrong, Thy radiant heraldry shall bear A token earth has looked for long. The hues of heaven's prophetic bow Less beauteous then shall seem than thine; more of peace and hope bestow Than thy serene, fulfilling sign. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 29 Itolmtfams, BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON. KEEDOM, all winged, expands, Nor perches in a narrow place; Her broad van seeks implanted lands; She loves a poor and virtuous race. Clinging to a colder zone, Whose dark sky sheds the snowflake down, The snowflake is her banner's star, Her stripes the boreal streamers are. Freedom loves the Northman well. 30 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. S0Mors at BY DAVID BARKER. OME on with me now : let us travel on, TSot far, not many a league, From the spot where the old and the bold St. John Locks hands with Meduxnakeag. As a pay or a fee for this stroll with me, I will tell you a tale to-day, Of the wife, the widow, the mother, all three, And the soldiers, Robert Gray. It was here, very near where we stroll to-day, Where the grim old barrack * stands, That a girl in the pride of her youth, they say, With a Sergeant Gray locked hands. But Death stole into those barrack walls, Which stood near the river's banks, And entered the name of that Sergeant Gray On the list of his spectre ranks. * At Houlton, Maine. -V THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 31 But the years rolled by at Meduxnakeag, When quick came a country's call For the name of her own, of her manly boy, Through a rent in that barrack wall. She bade him go forth from Meduxnakeag, To his God and his country true; She bade him go forth, this young Captain Gray, Clad out in his Union blue. He went: but he wandered not back again To the roof near the river's banks ; He went, like his father, old Sergeant Gray, To fill up Death's spectre ranks. From the charge on that field,* that was steeping in gore, He went where the brave spirits dwell, With "No matter for me!" and "PusH ON, MY BRAVE BOYS ! " Kinging out o'er the shot and the shell. What is that, crouching there in the barrack's nook, Bowed down by the hand of dismay? There's a trace in her face of the laughing girl, 'Tis the mother of Robert Gray. * Fort Oilman, Sept. 28, 1864. 32 THE FLOWER OF LIBERT F. Let us leave the weird walls at Meduxnakeag : I'm too old and ashamed to cry, And I feel that the tears are rushing fast For the crowsfeet round my eye. But, my friends, if you worship a God in this life, And you ever kneel down to pray, Remember the mother, the widow, the wife, Of the soldiers, Robert Gray. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 33 . Stars of mn Ccumtrn's Shu. > **o . *o BY L. H. SIGOURNEY. RE ye all there ? are ye all there, Stars of my country's sky ? Are ye all there ? are 2/e aW there, In your shining homes on high ? " Count us ! count us ! " was their answer, As they darted on my view, In glorious perihelion, Amid their field of blue. I cannot count ye rightly; There's a cloud with sable rim: I cannot make your number out, For my eyes with tears are dim. O bright and blessed angel ! On white wing floating by, Help me to count, and not to miss One star in my country's sky. , 34 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Then the angel touched mine eyelids, And touched the frowning cloud; And its sable rim departed, And it fled with murky shroud. There was no missing Pleiad 'Mid all that sister race : The Southern Cross gleamed radiant forth, And the Pole-star kept its place. Then I knew it was the angel Who woke the hymning strain That, at our dear Redeemer's birth, Pealed out o'er Bethlehem's plain; And still its heavenly key-tone My listening country held, For all her constellated stars The diapason swelled. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 35 BY HARRIET M E W E 1ST K I M B A I, L. E-UMTED, scourged yet blest, Oh, let contention cease ! One your banner, one your crest, Brothers, be at peace ! Sheathe the sword, rebellious South ! O North, bind up the wound ! Dead the thing that cursed ye both; Let good-will abound ! Freedom, queen by right divine, Her reign indeed begun! Six and thirty stars shall shine In her crown as one! 36 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. tart af Mar. BY J. G. HOLLAND. EACE in the clover-scented air, And stars within the dome; And underneath, in dim repose, A plain New-England home. "Within, a murmur of low tones, And sighs from hearts oppressed, Merging in prayer at last, that brings The balm of silent rest. I've closed a hard day's work, Marty ; The evening chores are done; And you are weary with the house And with the little one. But he is sleeping sweetly now, With all our pretty brood: So come, and sit upon my knee, And it will do me good. mmrn THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 37 Marty ! I must tell you all The trouble in my heart; And you must do the best you can To take and bear your part. You've seen the shadow on my face, You've felt it day and night; For it has filled our little home, And banished all its light. 1 did not mean it should be so; And yet I might have known That hearts that live as. close as ours Can never keep their own. But we are fallen on evil times; And, do whate'er I may, My heart grows sad about the war, And sadder every day. I think about it when I work, And when I try to rest; And never more than when your head Is pillowed on my breast. For then I see the camp-fires blaze, And sleeping men around, "Who turn their faces toward their homes, And dream upon the ground. 38 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. I think about the dear brave boys, My mates in other years, "Who pine for home and those they love, Till I am choked with tears. With shouts and cheers they marched away On glory's shining track; But ah, how long, how long they stay! How few of them come back ! One sleeps beside the Tennessee, And one beside the James; And one fought on a gallant ship, And perished in its flames. And some, struck down by fell disease, Are breathing out their life ; And others, maimed by cruel wounds, Have left the deadly strife. Ah, Marty, Marty ! only think Of all the boys have done And suffered in this weary war, Brave heroes every one. Oh! often, often in the night, I hear their voices call, Come on, and help us ! Is it right That we should hear it all? THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 39 And when I kneel, and try to pray, My thoughts are never free, But cling to those who toil and fight And die for you and me; And, when I pray for victory, It seems almost a sin To fold my hands, and ask for what I will not help to win. Oh! do not cling to me and cry; For it will break my heart : I'm sure you'd rather have me die Than not to bear my part. You think that some should stay at home To care for those away; But still I'm helpless to decide If I should go or stay. For, Marty, all the soldiers love, And all are loved again; And I am loved, and love perhaps ]STo more than other men. I cannot tell I do not know Which way my duty lies, Or where the Lord would have me build My fire of sacrifice. 40 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. I feel I know I am not mean ; And, though I seem to boast, I'm sure that I would give my life To those who need it most. Perhaps the Spirit will reveal That which is fair and right: So, Marty, let us humbly kneel And pray to Heaven for light. Peace in the clover-scented air, And stars within the dome; And underneath, in dim repose, A plain New-England home. Within, a widow in her weeds, From whom all joy is flown, Who kneels among her sleeping babes, And weeps and prays alone. THE FLOWER OP LIBERTY. 41 tfagte of BY HENRY H. BROWNELL. ID you hear of the fight at Corinth, How we whipped out Price and Van Dorn? (Ah ! that day we earned our rations : Our cause was God's and the Nation's, Or we'd have come out forlorn!) A long 1 and a terrible day! And at last, when night grew gray, By the hundred there they lay (Heavy sleepers, you'd say), That wouldn't wake on the morn. * " The finest thing I ever saw was a live American eagle, carried by the 8th Wisconsin Regiment, in the place of a flag. It would fly off over the enemy during the hottest of the fight ; then would return, and seat himself upon his pole, clap his pinions, shake his head, and start again. Many and hearty were the cheers that arose from our lines as the old fellow would sail around, first to the right, then to the left, and always return to his post, regardless of the storm of leaden hail that was around him. Something seemed to tell us that that battle was to result in our favor : and, when the order was given to charge, every man went at them with fixed bayonets ; and the enemy scattered in all directions, leaving us in possession of the battle-field." Letter from an Illinois Volunteer. 6 42 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Our staff was bare of a flag : We didn't carry a rag In those brave marching days; Ah, no ! but a finer thing, With never a cord or string, An Eagle, of ruffled wing, And an eye of awful gaze ! The grape it rattled like hail ; The minies were dropping like rain, The first of a thunder-shower; The wads were blowing like chaff, (There was pounding, like floor and flail, All the front of our line!) So we stood it, hour after hour; But our eagle he felt fine ! 'Twould have made you cheer and laugh, To see, through that iron gale, How the old Fellow'd swoop and sail Above the racket and roar: To right and to left he'd soar; But ever came back, without fail, And perched on his standard staff. All that day, I tell you true, They had pressed us, steady and fair, THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 43 Till we fought in street and square (The affair, you might think, looked blue) ; But we knew we had them there! Our works and batteries were few, Every gun, they'd have sworn, they knew; But, you see, there was one or two We had fixed for them, unaware. They reckon they've got us now! For the next half hour 'twill be warm. Aye, aye ; look yonder ! I vow, If they weren't Secesh, how I'd love them ! Only see how grandly they form (Our eagle whirling above them) To take Robinett by storm ! They're timing! it can't be long Now for the nub of the fight ! (You may guess that we held our breath.) By the Lord ! 'tis a splendid sight, A column two thousand strong Marching square to the death! On they came in solid column; ' For once, no whooping nor yell (Ah ! I dare say they felt solemn) . Front and flank, grape and shell. 44 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Our batteries pounded away ! And the minies hummed to remind 'em They had started on no child's play ! Steady they kept a-going, But a grim wake settled behind 'em : From the edge of the abattis (Where our dead and dying lay Under fence and fallen tree) Up to Robinett, all the way The dreadful swath kept growing! 'Twas butternut flecked with gray. Now for it, at Robinett! Muzzle to muzzle we met (Not a breath of bluster or brag, Not a lisp for quarter or favor), Three times, there by Robinett! With a rush, their feet they set On the logs of our parapet, And waved their bit of a flag : What could be finer or braver? But our cross-fire stunned them in flank; They melted, rank after rank; (Over them, with terrible poise, Our Bird did circle and wheel !) Their whole line began to waver, THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 45 for the bayonet, boys ! On them with the cold steel ! Ah, well ! you know how it ended : We did for them, there and then; But their pluck throughout was splendid. (As I said before, I could love them!) They stood, to the last, like men: Only a handful of them Found their way back again. Red as blood, o'er the town, The angry sun went down, Firing flagstaff and vane. And our eagle, as for him, There, all ruffled and grim, He sat, o'erlooking the slain! Next morning you'd have wondered How we had to drive the spade! There, in great trenches and holes, (Ah, God rest their poor souls !) We piled some fifteen hundred Where that last charge was made ! Sad enough, I must say! mother to mourn and search, 46 THE FLOWEK OF LIBERTY. No priest to bless or to pray : "We buried them where they lay, Without a rite of the church; But our eagle, all that day, Stood solemn and still on his perch. 'Tis many a stormy day Since, out of the cold, bleak North, Our great War-Eagle sailed forth To swoop o'er battle and fray. Many and many a day O'er charge and storm hath he wheeled, Foray and foughten field, Trarnp and volley and rattle ! Over crimson trench and turf, Over climbing clouds of surf, Through tempest and cannon-rack, Have his terrible pinions whirled. (A thousand fields of .battle! A million leagues of foam!) But our bird shall yet come back: He shall soar to his Eyrie-Home, And his thunderous Wings be furled, In the gaze of a gladdened world, On the Nation's loftiest Dome THE FLOWEK OF LIBERTY. 47 BY KATE PUTNAM. E AL out, O bells ! from jubilant throats, A sudden song of mirth ! Lo, where across our land it floats, The flower of all the earth! More firmly are its roots inwrought With Love and Life, to-day, Than when the grasp of Treason sought To rend its bloom away. The blood of gallant hearts and true Has lent its crimson dve; / 7 Its azure is the splendid blue Of Hope's unclouded sky; And, blotting out the bitter Past, A People's tears of pain Have washed its whiteness pure, at last, From Slavery's ancient stain. 48 THE FLOWER OP LIBERTY. Look down from your eternal height, Ye spirits tried and brave, And crown with Heaven's refulgent light The flag ye died to save ! Look up, O living, loyal eyes ! Where, every steady star Undimmed within its native skies, Your standard shines afar! Let reverent silence be its meed; Firm heart and prayerful breath: "What paean can that glory need "Whose power is proved by Death? The grave that holds our Martyr-chief, The fields that hide our slain, Shall voice a Nation's love and grief, Her triumph and her pain. Oh, symbol-hope of all the world ! The pledge of Liberty! A stronger hand than ours unfurled Thy mighty prophecy. Let all thy starry splendors shine! Chime, bells, in sweet accord ! Earth cannot harm that holy sign, The banner of the Lord ! THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 49 (fobits. BY MRS. ADELINE D. T. WHITNEY. EAR ye not how, from all high points of Time, From peak to peak, a-down the mighty chain That links the ages, echoing sublime A voice almighty, leaps one grand refrain, Wakening the generation with a shout And trumpet-call of thunder, Come ye out! Out from old forms and dead idolatries, From fading myths and superstitious dreams, From Pharisaic rituals and lies, And all the bondage of the life that seems, Out, on the pilgrim-path of heroes trod On earth's wastes, to reach forth after God ! The Lord hath bowed his heaven, and come down ! ]STow, in this latter century of time, Once more his tent is pitched on Sinai's crown; Once more hi clouds must Faith to meet him climb; 4 50 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Once more his thunder crashes on our doubt And fear and sin, My people, come ye out ! From false ambitions and base luxuries, From puny aims and indolent self-ends, From cant of faith and shams of liberties, And mist of ill that Truth's day-beam lends, Out from all darkness of the Egypt-land, Into thy sun-blaze on the desert sand ! " Leave ye your flesh-pots ; turn from filthy greed Of gain, that doth the thirsting spirit mock, And heaven shall drop sweet manna for your need, And rain clear rivers from the unhewn rock." Thus saith the Lord ! and Moses, meek, unshod, "Within the cloud stands hearkening to his God. Show us our Aaron, with his rod in flower; Our Miriam, with her timbrel-soul in tune ! And call some Joshua in the Spirit's power To poise our sun of strength at point of noon ! God of our fathers ! on land and sea Still keep our struggling footsteps close to Thee. THE FLOWER OF LIBEKTY. 51 Cjxe BY J. T. TKOWBRIDGE. WAS a fortress to be stormed: Boldly right in view they formed, All as quiet as a regiment parading: Then in front a line of flame ! Then at left and right the same ! Two platoons received a furious enfilading. To their places still they filed, And they smiled at the wild Cannonading. : 'Twill be over in an hour ! 'Twill not be much of a shower ! Never mind, my boys," said he, " a little drizzling ! " Then to cross that fatal plain, Through the whirring, hurtling rain Of the grape-shot, and the minie-bullets' whistling I But he nothing heeds nor shuns, As he runs, with the guns Brightly bristling ! 52 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Leaving trails of dead and dying In their track, yet forward flying Like a breaker where the gale of conflict rolled them, With a foam of flashing light Borne before them on their bright Burnished barrels, oh, 'twas fearful to behold them ! While from ramparts roaring loud Swept a cloud like a shroud To enfold them ! Oh, his color was the first ! Through the burying cloud he burst, With the standard to the battle forward slanted ! Through the belching, blinding breath Of the flaming jaws of Death, Till his banner on the bastion he had planted ! By the screaming shot that fell, And the yell of the shell, Nothing daunted. Right against the bulwark dashing, Over tangled branches crashing, 'Mid the plunging volleys thundering ever louder! There he clambers, there he stands, With the ensign in his hands, THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 53 Oh ! was ever hero handsomer or prouder? Streaked with battle-sweat and slime, And sublime in the grime Of the powder! 'Twas six minutes, at the least, . Ere the closing combat ceased, Near as we the mighty moments then could measure ; And we held our souls with awe, Till his haughty flag we saw On the lifting vapors drifting o'er the embrasure, Saw it glimmer, in our tears, While our ears heard the cheers Rend the azure! Through the abattis they broke, Through the surging cannon-smoke, And they drove the foe before like frightened cattle ! Oh ! but never wound was his ; For in other wars than this, Where the volleys of Life's conflict roar and rattle, He must still, as he was wont, In the front bear the brunt Of the battle. He shall guide the van of Truth! And in manhood, as in youth, 54 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Be her fearless, be her peerless, Color-bearer! With his high and bright example, Like a banner brave and ample, Ever leading, through receding clouds of Error, To the empire of the Strong ; And to Wrong he shall long Be a terror! THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 55 Jfla0 0f % Constellation. BY T. BUCHANAN READ. HE stars of morn on our banner borne With the iris of heaven are blended; The hand of our sires first mingled those fires, And by us they shall be defended. Then hail the true Red, White, and Blue, The flag of the Constellation! It sails, as it sailed by our forefathers hailed, O'er battles that made us a nation. What hand so bold as strike from its fold One star or one stripe of its brightening! For him be those stars each a fiery Mars, Each stripe be a terrible lightning: Then hail the true Red, White, and Blue, The flag of the Constellation ! It sails, as it sailed by our forefathers hailed, O'er battles that made us a nation. 56 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Its meteor form shall ride the storm Till the fiercest of foes surrender; The storm gone by, it shall gild the sky, A rainbow of peace and of splendor : Then hail the true Red, White, and Blue, The flag of the Constellation! It sails, as it sailed by our forefathers hailed, O'er battles that made us a nation. Peace to the world is our motto unfurled, Though we shun not the field that is gory: At home or abroad, fearing none but our God, We will carve our own pathway to glory. Then hail the true Red, White, and Blue, The flag of the Constellation ! It sails, as its sailed by our forefathers hailed, O'er battles that made us a nation. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 57 BY H. E. PRESCOTT. H that the hells, in all the silent spires, Would clash their clangor on the sleeping air, Ring their wild music out with throbbing choirs, Ring peace in everywhere ! Oh that this wave of sorrow surging o'er The red, red land, would wash away its stain, t Drown out the angry fires from shore to shore, And give us peace again ! On last year's blossoming graves, with summer calms, Loud in his happy tangle hums the bee; Mature forgets her hurt and finds her balms, Alas ! and why not we? Spirit of God, that moved upon the face Of the waters, and bade ancient chaos cease, Shine, shine again o'er this tumultuous space, Thou that art Prince of Peace ! 58 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. .lias. BY JULIA WARD HOWE. JHERE'S a flag hangs over my threshold, whos* folds are more dear to me Than the blood that thrills in my bosom its ear nest of liberty; And dear are the stars it harbors in its sunny field ol blue As the hope of a further heaven, that lights all our dim lives through. But now, should my guests be merry, the house is in holiday guise, Looking out through its burnished windows like a score of welcoming eyes. Come hither, my Brothers who wander, in saintliness and in sin; Come hither, ye pilgrims of Mature ! my heart doth invite you in. My wine is not of the choicest, yet bears it an honest brand; And the bread that I bid you lighten, I break with no sparing hand. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 59 But pause, ere you pass to taste it: one act must accom plished be, Salute the flag in its virtue, before ye sit down with me. The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed; Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed. 'Twas red with the blood of freemen, and white with the fear of the foe ; And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know. Come hither, thou son of my mother ! we were reared in the self-same arms; Thou hast many a pleasant gesture, thy mind hath its gifts and charms. But my heart is as stern to question as my eyes are of sorrows full: Salute the flag in its virtue, or pass on where others rule. Thou lord of a thousand acres, with heaps of uncounted gold, The steeds of thy stall are haughty, thy lackeys cunning and bold. 60 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. I envy no jot of thy splendor, I rail at thy follies none : Salute the flag in its virtue, or leave my poor house alone. . * Fair lady with silken flouncings, high waving thy stain less plume, We welcome thee to our banquet, a flower of costliest bloom. Let an hundred maids live widowed to furnish thy bridal bed; But pause where the flag doth question, and bend thy triumphant head. 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 com pany; All ye that have manhood in you, go, perish for Liberty. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 61 But I and the -Babes God gave me will wait with uplifted hearts, "With the firm smile ready to kindle, and the will to per form our parts. When the last true heart lies bloodless, when the fierce and 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 lie down to rest With the glory of home about us, and its freedom locked in our breast. 62 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. " (wr * ftr glut Coat. BY BISHOP BUKGESS OF MAINE. OU asked me, little one, why I bowed, Though never I passed the man before? Because my heart was full and proud When I saw the old blue coat he wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. I know not, I, what weapon he chose, What chief he followed, what badge he bore; Enough that, in the front of foes, His country's blue great-coat he wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. Perhaps he was born in a forest-hut; Perhaps he had danced on a palace-floor; To want or wealth my eyes were shut, I only marked the coat he wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. 96 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. It mattered not much if he drew his line From Shem or Ham in the clays of yore ; For surely he was a brother of mine, Who for my sake the war-coat wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. He might have no skill to read or write, Or he might be rich in learned lore ; But I knew he could make his mark in fight: And nobler gown no scholar wore Than the blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. It may be he could plunder and prowl, And perhaps, in his mood, he scoffed and swore; But I would not guess a spot so foul On the honored coat he bravely wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. He had worn it long, and borne it far; And perhaps, on the red Virginian shore, From midnight chill till the morning star, That warm great-coat the sentry wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 97 * When hardy Butler reined his steed Through the streets of proud, proud Baltimore, Perhaps behind him, at his need, Marched he who yonder blue coat wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. Perhaps it was seen in Burnside's ranks, When Rappahannock ran dark with gore ; Perhaps on the mountain-side with Banks, In the burning sun, no more he wore The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. Perhaps in the swamps 'twas a bed for his form, From the seven days' battling and marching sore; Or with Kearney and Pope, 'mid the steely storm,, As the night closed in, that coat he wore: The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. Or when right over him Jackson dashed, That collar or cape some bullet tore; Or when far ahead Antietam flashed. He flung to the ground the coat that he wore: The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. 7 98 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Or stood at Gettysburg, where the graves Rang deep to Howard's cannon roar; Or saw with Grant the unchained waves, Where conquering hosts the blue coat wore: The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. That garb of honor tells enough, Though I its story guess no more; The heart it covers is made of such stuff, That the coat is mail which that soldier wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. He may hang it up when the peace shall come, And the moths may find it behind the door; But his children will point, when they hear a dram, To the proud old coat their father wore : The blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, The old blue coat the soldier wore. And so, my child, will you and I, For whose fair home their blood they pour, Still bow the head, as one goes by Who wears the coat that soldier wore: That blue great-coat, the sky-blue coat, Th.e old blue coat the soldier wore. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. fmptg BY DAVID BARKER. Inscribed to General Howard, of Maine, who lost his right arm in defence of his country. Y the moon's pale light, to a gazing throng Let me tell one tale, let me sing one song: "Tis a tale devoid of an aim or plan; "Tis a simple song of a one-arm man. Till this very hour, I could ne'er believe "What a tell-tale thing is an empty sleeve ; What a wierd, queer thing is an empty sleeve. It tells, in a silent tone, to all Of a country's need and a country's call; Of a kiss and a tear for a child and wife, And a hurried march for a nation's life. Till this very hour, who could e'er believe "What a tell-tale thing is an empty sleeve; "What a wierd, queer thing is an empty sleeve? 100 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. It tells of a battle-field of gore, Of the sabre's clash, of the cannon's roar; Of the deadly charge, of the bugle's note, Of a gurgling sound in a foemaii's throat; Of the whizzing grape, of the fiery shell, Of a scene which mimics the scenes of hell. Till this very hour, would you e'er believe What a tell-tale thing is an empty sleeve; What a wierd, queer thing is an empty sleeve? Though it points to a myriad wounds and scars, Yet it tells that a flag with the stripes and stars In God's own chosen time will take Each place of the rag with the rattlesnake : And it points to a time when that- flag shall wave O'er a land where there breathes no cowering slave. To the top of the skies let us all then heave One proud huzza for the empty sleeve; For the one-arm man, and the empty sleeve. NOTE. The foregoing was written one moonlight evening while General Howard was addressing a large throng from the steps of the Bangor House, and his empty sleeve was every nov? and then floating on the breeze. D. B. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 101 (fur BY ORPHEUS C. KERR. LAG of my country! Standard of the free In every land where dwelleth Liberty! Thou fairest page the eye of Light can find, Turned by the quivering fingers of the wind ; Charter of Hope by God to mortals given, Bright with the planetary pomp of heaven; Still to the patriot a recorded prayer, Lingering in sweet suspense upon the air, Let me within thy broad protection stand, And read thine honors for my native land. As from the shattered temple of the storm Springs the grand arch of light in fairest form, Splits the black dome 'mid distant thunder's din, And, through the shadows, lets the sunshine in; So thou, my country's banner, didst arise From a dead storm whose battles shook the skies, Rose, like the coming day's memorial shield, From a red sunset's torn and bleeding field, 102 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Dipped in the starry mine, whose clusters bright, Drawn to a Union, beamed the perfect light. Born of the battle, nursling of the wind, Symbol of strength unfurled for all mankind, Through the dark hour that brings our brothers' shame, Still from our altars rise, a beacon flame, Pride of the air ! Thou solitary spar Cast to the sea, whose waves the whirlwinds are, Scarce the faint wretch thy signal stars descries When a new life is kindled in his eyes : Served with a might dividing fates to dare, Boldly he cleaves the billows of despair, Clasps thee in triumph to his heaving breast, And drifts securely to a haven rest. Proudest of flags that mount the giddy mast, Coy to the breeze, defiant to the blast, Blazoned aloft in every zone and clime, Sheath for the sword, or badge for harvest time ; Spread at command of cannon's deadly throat ; Fluttering in play to merman's liquid note, Whether thy hues in polar vapors freeze, Or blend with sunset on the Southern seas, Still thy broad folds shake deathless honors down On the free head too proud to wear a crown ; THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 103 Still to God's image, be he bond or free, Thou art a birthright of Equality ! And shall this sacred leaf in Glory's tome, Plucked from the volume storying ^Nature's dome, And a great Nation's grand appeal to God For the blest power to break a tyrant's rod, Be by the hands of its own bearers riven, Torn and despoiled the heraldry of heaven? At the fell thought, what darkness falls around ! See the red streams flow gurgling from the ground ! Blood of our fathers, hallowing every spot, Are the grand lives poured out in thee forgot? Shades of the mighty ! can thy dead eyes see Brother to brother curse thy legacy? Hark ! from the North what sullen murmurs come ! And from the South wells up a mournful hum; Soft through the East the muffled drums resound, And in the West a dead command goes round. Hark to the tramp of ghostly armies four, Through the long grass bedewed with heroes' gore ! From the red hill where Warren's soldiers bled, From the dark fens where slumber Marion's dead, From the free plains where Scott's battalions fell, From the dread field whose tale let Britons tell, 104 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Onward they come, in all the dead array Of a slain army on the Judgment-day. "Well for the land whose maddened sons would dare Trample in dust the signet of the air; "Well for the land whose impious purpose known Robs of its weight the grim funereal stone, That as the hosts, from beds of ages called, Turn their pale faces to the skies appalled, Full from the nation's Capitolic dome Beam the Republic's stars amid the gloom : Still they all shine, and still the stripes defend, These for the foe, those for the trusty friend. As the dead army mark the starry shrine, Sounds of thanksgiving thrill along the line ; . Swiftly the arms to set position come, And the salute is answered by the drum; * Then, as the templed shadows fall away, Waves the old Flag in all the glow of day. Gone are the hosts, no more to trouble men, Till the last trumpet sounds the march again. Flag of the Fallen! Standard of the Dead ! Thee let me follow with unwavering tread: Free from the touch of slave and tyrant fly; THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 105 And, when thou fadest, let a nation die ! Bond of the Freeman! sacred with the blood Shed by brave men for brave men's noblest good, Say to the eye that looks to God and thee From a scorned trust, or fell captivity, Stripes for the traitor, foe, and honor's ban; Heaven for the patriot and the honest man! 106 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. atttr BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. LAG of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song, and illumined in story, Wave o'er us ah 1 who inherit their fame ! Up with our banner bright, Sprinkled with starry light ; Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore: While, through the sounding sky, Loud rings the ^Nation's cry, Union and Liberty! one evermore! Light of our firmament, guide of our Nation, Pride of her children, and honored afar, Let the wide beams of thy full constellation Scatter each cloud that would darken a star! Up with our banner bright, &c. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 107 Empire misceptred! what foe shall assail thee, Bearing the standard of Liberty's van? Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, Striving with men for the birthright of man. Up with our banner bright, &c. Yet if, by madness and treachery blighted, Dawns the dark hour when the sword thou must draw, Then, with the arms to thy millions united, Smite the bold traitors to Freedom and Law ! Up with our banner bright, &c. Lord of the Universe! shield us and guide us, Trusting thee always through shadow and sun: Thou hast united us, who shall divide us? Keep us, oh keep us, the Many in One! Up with our banner bright, Sprinkled with starry light; Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore : While, through the sounding sky, Loud rings the ^Nation's cry, Union and Liberty ! one evermore I 108 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. BY HARRIET MEWEN KIMBAUO. EAR Land ! we crown thee with our praise, In patriot pride we name thee; "With loyal lips we sing thy lays ; With swelling hearts we claim thee. Yet lofty speech and stirring song Alike are unavailing, "WTiile hands of treachery and wrong Thy glory are assailing. But loyal steel defends thy fame, And writes, in crimson letters, A pledge that turns to endless shame The threat that Treason utters. And, from the loyal cannon's mouth, The lightning-flash and thunder Repeat to traitors, North and South, " The bond ye cannot sunder! " i THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 109 "We mourn thy blood-stains, Father-land ! But War's wild clash is better Than Peace, that yields a craven hand To Treason's iron fetter; Till from ]STew England's crystal hills To Georgia's bloom of cotton, Proud Victory's breath our banner fills, The white flag be forgotten ! 110 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Jfkg BY HENRY MOEFORD. KINX)W not how the absence fell Of that my eyes so sought with longing, The dear old flag we loved so well When traitor hands were wronging; For still, thank God ! it droops and waves Where'er the winds of commerce woo it, Or deed of despot, scourging slaves, Demands that we undo it. But weeks, for me, since Consul's staff" Had shown the striped and starry streamer, Or it had blown from frigate's gaff, Or peak of sailing steamer. The meteor flag of Britain here ; And there an ensign broader, fuller, And bruiting victories quite as dear, The Emperor's tricolor. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Ill It seemed to me, though dim and far, And scarce embodied forth in thinking, My own dear land, with stripe and star, To nothingness was sinking; That I should know my home no more, However sought, through toils and dangers, But, weary, tread some foreign shore, And live and die 'mid strangers. And then one morn I wound my way Down Calton Hill of Edinboro', With Holyrood my goal to-day, And Stirling Carse to-morrow; With Arthur's Seat that skyward laughed, And the grim Castle piled defiant; Till one full cup of eld I quafled, That made my dull veins riant. :? Who would not stay from native land," I said, "for this, so famed in story? These memories of the Iron Hand, And gleams of kingly glory?" 112 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Who would not ? Pause ! for, up a spire, Against the blue void sheer and utter, Azure and white and ruddy fire, I saw a banner flutter. It was my own, OUT own ! O Heaven ! How the quick throb that love convulses, "When some dear recognition's given, Went bounding through my pulses! How all my native land at once Sprang back to being in the shimmer, With those whose absence had for months Made every daylight dimmer! The gray old driver on his box Saw the quick glance, the tear-drop starting: A smile, whose kin the heart unlocks, His sun-browned lips was parting. " Hech, mon ! " he said, " I ken the sight That maks the saft'nin' mood come o'er ye ! 'Tis a bonnie flag ! I've seen the light In other eyes before ye. THE FLOWEK OF LIBERTY. 113 :? Ye'r far frae hame, and weel may spare Ane drap to wat yer country's honor; For sad's the load ay, sad and sair Rebellion laid upon her. " Ay, I could a'most greet mysel' To see a thing so braw and bonnie, And think what faes hae wished it ill, Yet floatin' high as ony ! " I reached and grasped the driver's hand, I choked with grateful, mournful feeling: The home-flag in a foreign land Had brought a new revealing, How round a simple bunting-strip, In cost a song, in weight a feather, A mere mouchoir for lady's lip, A nation's pride can gather. A father's fondness for his child, A lover's tender, pleading passion, A patriot's flame, all form one wild Unreasoning adoration. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. " God bless the dear old bannered fold ! God keep the hosts who own and guard it! Till plucked its hues, when time is old, By the same Hand that starred it ! " So shouted I down Calton Hill, And the old Gael's pleased murmur follows ; And such the shout I'll echo still Upon the soil it hallows. To float it, Western winds blow free; And blue bend Western skies above it : But it needs the Old Flag Over-sea To know how much we love it ! AlEDCHEANOCEOCHAN, HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND, August 8, 1865. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 115 for BY K D W A R D P. N O W E L L. HOUT, shout the tidings o'er The land, from shore to shore, All shall be free! The Knights of Bondage bleed; Rebellion's ranks recede; Our arms triumphant lead To victory! All hail the glorious sight! Columbia's martial might Traitors astounds! Fair Freedom's valiant host Has silenced Slavery's boast Along Secessia's coast, And through her bounds ! 116 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. God grant we soon may see Enduring unity, And sheathe the sword: Our country's foemen felled, Secession's spirit quelled, The smoke of strife dispelled, And Peace restored ! Then Union's banner bright Shall herald Freedom's light On shore and sea; And Heaven's benignant rays Illume the Nation's days, Our hearts ascribing praise, Great God ! to thee. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 117 BY J. UOIXIN M. SQUIRE. Ji FLAG, still proudly dost thon wave Above the free, above the brave! And on thy folds, that kiss the air, Behold ! morn's opal streaks are there, Blent with the hues that warm the skies When pallid day from evening flies, Ere the red sun removes his crest That floods with fire the burnished West. The night comes on, yet thou dost share The unclouded beauty radiant there ; For on thy blue is star on star, Thrice burnished in the flame of War, As bright as those that glitter where The night her mantle trails in air; And of thy shining throng not one Has lost its light, not one is gone. 118 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. Oh, proudly float in every breeze That sweeps the land or curls the seas! The world, how haughty, fierce, or cold, Thy heavenly hues in every fold "Will recognize, and bow to thee, Untarnished emblem of the free, Red with the blood thy patriots gave To strike the shackles from the slave. longer shall thy ruddy bars Be likened to the bleeding scars The bondmen wore, before the sea Of strife rose up and set them free : But in thy spaces, white and red, The world shall recognize, instead, And chant the song, of glorious note, In strife conceived, in Yictory wrote. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 119 % BY MKS. ANN S. STEPHENS. H, say not that war-times were brighter than these, "When banners are torn from the warriors that bore them! Oh, say not the ocean, the storm, and the breeze Are proudest and grandest when war thunders o'er them! For the battle's hot light grows pale to the sight When the pen wields its power, or thought feels its might. IsTow mind rules triumphant where slaughter was red, And the glory of peace crowns our Bald Eagle's head. May the blessings of concord in harmony rise ; Let the sword keep its sheath and the cannon its thunder ; Let brotherhood reign from the earth to the skies, And love link the States that war could not sunder. 120 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. "Where mermaids still weep and pearls lie asleep, The flag 1 of disunion no longer shall sweep ; OUR flag waves triumphant from ocean to shore, And its stars light the nests of our eagles once more. As a I^iobe, folding deep grief to her breast, The nation has mourned o'er the children's dissension : She called upon Heaven, like a mother distressed, And the great God of Battle gave his intervention. We feel with a start the quick pulse of her heart, And she is no more from her children apart. For peace reigns triumphant, our people are one, And our Bald Eagle soars with his eyes to the sun. The blood that is kindred throbs kindly once more : The glow of our joy fills the earth and the ocean; It leaps on the waves, and it sings on the shore, Till the globe, to its poles, feels the holy commotion. Let us join in our might to be earnest for light; Where the Saxon blood burns, let it ever be right: For our eaglets are nested in glory and love, While peace reigns triumphant, and God reigns above. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 121 eli BY THEODORE TILTQN. Suggested by President Lincoln's First Call for Volunteers. JOLL ! Koland, toll ! In old St. Bavon's tower, At midnight hour, The great bell Roland spoke, And all who slept in Ghent awoke. What meant the thunder-stroke? Why trembled wife and maid ? Why caught each man his blade? Why echoed every street With tramp of thronging feet, All flying to the city's wall ? It was the warning call That Freedom stood in peril of a foe ! And even timid hearts grew bold Whenever Roland tolled, And every hand a sword could hold, * The famous bell Roland, of Ghent, was an object of great affection to the people, because it rang to arouse them when liberty was in danger. 122 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. . And every arm could bend a bow ! So acted men Like patriots then, Three hundred years ago! Toll ! Eoland, toll ! Bell never yet was hung, Between whose lips there swung So grand a tongue ! If men be patriots still, At thy first sound True hearts will bound, Great souls will thrill ! Then toll, and strike the test Through each man's breast, And let him stand confest ! Toll ! Koland, toll ! Not now in old St. Bavon's tower, Not now at midnight hour, Not now from River Scheldt to Zuyder Zee, But here, this side the sea, Toll here, in broad, bright day! For not by night awaits A foe without the gates, But perjured friends within betray, THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 123 Who do the deed at noon ! Toll ! Koland, toll ! Thy sound is not too soon ! To arms ! Ring out the Leader's call ! Re-echo it from East to West, Till every hero's breast Shall swell beneath a plume and crest ! Toll ! Roland, toll ! Till cottager, from cottage-wall, Snatch pouch and powder-horn and gun! The sire bequeathed them to the son, When only half their work was done! Toll ! Roland, toll ! Till swords from scabbards leap! Toll! Roland, toll! What tears can widows weep Less bitter than when brave men fall ? Toll ! Roland, toll ! In shadowed hut and hall Shall lie the soldier's pall, And hearts shall break while graves are filled. Amen ! so God hath willed ! And may his grace anoint us all ! Toll ! Roland, toll ! The Dragon on thy tower Stands sentry to this hour, 124 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. And Freedom yet is safe in Ghent! And merrier bells now ring, And, in the land's serene content, Men shont, " God save the King ! " Until the skies are rent ! So let it be ! A Kingly King is he Who keeps his people free ! Toll ! Eoland, toll ! Ring out across the sea ! "No longer They but We Have now such need of thee ! Toll ! Roland, toll ! CNor ever let thy throat Keep dumb its warning note Till Freedom's perils be outbraved ! Toll ! Roland, toll ! Till Freedom's flag, wherever waved, Shall shadow not a man enslaved ! Toll ! Roland, toll ! From Northern lake to Southern strand ! Toll ! Roland, toll ! Till friend and foe, at thy command, Shall clasp again each other's hand, And shout, one-voiced, " God save the land ! " And love the land that God hath saved ! Toll ! Roland, toll ! THE FLOWER OP LIBERTY. 125 Spirit 0f % Winian S0Jbwrs. BY MILES O'REHXY. E merciful to the South ! Not with the empty word in your mouth; But merciful be let your actions tell To the men who were beaten, but fought so well: Be merciful to the South ! Be merciful, and be more, Now that the red days of battle are o'er; For, when the first cause of the quarrel is sought, No clean hands by us into court are brought: Be merciful to the South ! Be merciful to the South ! Gentle in deed and in word of mouth; For no craven brand on the forehead shines Of the men who met us in volleying lines, And fought for the flag of the South. 126 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. We are all here at last, The terrible days of our struggle past; And again the old banner floats elate O'er the capitol dome of each Sister State, In the 3STorth, East, "West, and South ! Be merciful to the South ! For slaughter and ruin and hunger and drouth They have suifered who made such a gallant fight For a cause that was wrong, but they thought it was right: Be merciful to the South ! THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 127 BY PHOEBE CART. LA]STD, of every land the best ! O land, whose glory shall increase ! Now in your whitest raiment dressed For the great festival of peace, Take from your flag its fold of gloom, And let it float undimmed above, Till over all your vales shall bloom The sacred colors that we love. On mountain high, and hill-top low, Set Freedom's beacon-fires to burn, Until the midnight sky shall show A redder pathway than the morn. Welcome, with shouts of joy and pride, Your veterans from the war-path's track: You gave your boys, untrained, untried; You bring them men and heroes back! 128 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. And shed no tear, though think you must "With sorrow of your martyred band, Not even for him whose hallowed dust Has made our prairies holy land. Though, by the places where they fell, The places that are sacred ground, Death, like a sullen sentinel, Paces his everlasting round; Yet, when they set their country free, And gave her traitors fitting doom, They left their last great enemy Baffled beside an empty tomb. Not there, but risen, redeemed, they go, Where all the paths are sweet with flowers : .They fought to give us peace; and, lo! They gained a better peace than ours. JULY 4, 1865. ^ PUT THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 129 Winwn. BY ALBERT LAIGHTON. ARK and sullen o'er the Nation lowers Fell Disunion, like a tempest cloud: Shall its lightnings rend this land of ours ? Shall it be the Country's sable shroud? Shall a band of traitors rashly sunder Ties so firmly woven by the free? No ! the echo rolls, in tones of thunder, From the mountain passes to the sea. By the many hopes the living cherish, By our faith in Freedom's sacred trust, By the sainted names that cannot perish, By the soil made dear by patriot dust, By the noble deeds enshrined in story, By the voices speaking from the Past, By our priceless heritage of , glory, We'll defend the Union to the last! 9 130 THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. fintoln. BY MRS. JULIA WARD HOWE. his blood-stained pillow With a victor's palm ; Life's receding billow Leaves eternal calm. At the feet Almighty Lay this gift sincere Of a purpose weighty, And a record clear. With deliverance freighted Was this passive hand; And this heart, high-fated, Would with love command. Let him rest serenely In a Nation's care, Where her waters queenly Make the West most fair. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. 131 In the greenest meadow That the prairies show, Let his marble's shadow Give all men to know, " Our first hero, living, Made his country free; Heed the second's giving, Death for Liberty." Cambridge: Stereotyped and Printed by John Wilson