LYDIA HOWARD HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY. Born at Norwich, Connecticut, 1791-died 1865. INDIAN NAMES. YE say they all have pass'd away, That their light canoes have vanish'd That, 'mid the forests where they roam'd, "Tis where Ontario's billow Where strong Niagara's thunders wake Where red Missouri bringeth Rich tribute from the West, And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps Ye say their cone-like cabins, Have disappear'd, as wither'd leaves But their memory liveth on your hills, Old Massachusetts wears it Within her lordly crown, And broad Ohio bears it Amid his young renown; Where her quiet foliage waves, And bold Kentucky breathes it hoarse 1 Wachusett hides its lingering voice CHARLES SPRAGUE. THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS. (TO TWO SWALLOWS IN A CHURCH.) What seek ye from the fields of heaven? Ye have no sins to be forgiven. Why perch ye here, Where mortals to their Maker bend? Can your pure spirits fear The God ye never could offend? Ye never knew The crimes for which we come to weep: Bless'd wanderers of the upper deep! To you 'tis given To wake sweet nature's untaught lays; To chirp away a life of praise. Then spread each wing, Far, far above, o'er lakes and lands, In And join the choirs that sing yon blue dome not rear'd with hands! Or, if ye stay, To note the consecrated hour, Teach me the airy way, And let me try your envied power! Above the crowd On upward wings could I but fly, Through fields of trackless light to soar, NATHANIEL LANGDON FROTHINGHAM. THE CROSSED SWORDS.* SWORDS cross'd,—but not in strife! The chiefs who drew them, parted by the space Swords cross'd, that never met While nerve was in the hands that wielded them; On these free shores to set. Kept cross'd by gentlest bands! Emblems no more of battle, but of peace; It smiled first on the array Of marshal'd books and friendliest companies; It still shall smile for aye. See that thou memory keep, Of him the firm commander; and that other, The stainless judge; and him our peerless brother;— All fallen now asleep! Yet more a lesson teach, To cheer the patriot-soldier in his course, That Right shall triumph still o'er insolent Force: That be your silent speech! *See Note 7. Oh, be prophetic too! And may those nations twain, as sign and seal Of endless amity, hang up their steel, As we these weapons do! The archives of the Past, So smear'd with blots of hate and bloody wrong, JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. Born in New York 1795-died 1820. WHEN Freedom from her mountain height And set the stars of glory there; Majestic monarch of the cloud! Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, When strive the warriors of the storm, Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, Heave in wild wreaths the battle-shroud, And gory sabres rise and fall, Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall, Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; Shall look at once to heaven and thee, Flag of the free heart's hope and home, Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? |