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New Why had they come to wither there,
World and Old
Lit by her deep love's truth;
There was manhood's brow, serenely high,
And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?—
The soil where first they trod ;
They have left unstained what there they
Freedom to worship God.
The Twenty-second of December*
Wild was the day; the wintry sea
Moaned sadly on New England's strand,
They little thought how pure a light,
With years, should gather round that day;
* By courtesy of D. Appleton & Co., publishers of Bryant's Complete Poetical Works.
How love should keep their memories bright,
Green are their bays; but greener still
Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed, And regions, now untrod, shall thrill
With reverence when their names are breathed,
Till where the sun, with softer fires,
The children of the Pilgrim sires
and Old Glory
Soldier and statesman, rarest unison;
New New-trimmed in Heaven, nor than his steadfast World
More steadfast, far from rashness as from fear;
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
From "Under the Old Elm."
Stand! the ground's your own, my braves!
Will ye give it up to slaves?
Will ye look for greener graves?
Hope ye mercy still?
What's the mercy despots feel?
Hear it in that battle peal!
Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
Who have done it!-From the vale
On they come!-and will ye quail?-
Let their welcome be!
In the God of battles trust!
As where Heaven its dews shall shed
And the rocks shall raise their head
Of his deeds to tell!
New World and Old Glory
In their ragged regimentals
When the grenadiers were lunging,
When the files
Of the isles,
From their smoky night encampment, bore the
banner of the rampant
World and Old
And grummer, grummer, grummer, roll'd the roll
of the drummer,
Through the morn!
Then with eyes to the front all,
Stood our sires;
And the balls whistled deadly,
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder, cracked the black gunpowder,