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SOLDIERS OF FREEDOM.
Yet 't is not helm or feather,
Could bring such hands
And proud he braves
The gaudiest slaves
That crawl where monarchs lead 'em.
Worth steel and stone,
That keeps men free forever.
O, the sight entrancing.
When once more her hosts assemble,
Smile they at this idle threat?
But William said, "He don't deserve
For God will be our king this day,
And I'll be general under."
From the Battle of the Boyne.
"Brave boys," he said, "be not dismayed, For the loss of one commander,
Through parted sea and desert waste, that Power
So put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry."
But whether on the scaffold high
The fittest place where man can die
* Cromwell, on a certain occasion, when his troops were about
crossing a river to attack the enemy, concluded an address with these words: "Put your trust in God; but mind to keep your powder dry."
I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please.
As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7.
The Power that led his chosen, by pillared cloud No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, and flame, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
M. J. BARRY.
The Tight Little Island.
Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say, “If ever I lived upon dry land,
The spot I should hit on would be little Britain !" Says Freedom, "Why, that's my own island!" O, it's a snug little island!
A right little, tight little island!
Search the globe round, none can be found
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
Poems dedicated to National Independence, Part I. Sonnet xvi. WORDSWORTH.
King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This fortress, built by Nature for herself,
Thus every good his native wilds impart,
This England never did, nor never shall,
King John, Act v. Sc. 7.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her Enjoyed the peace your valor won!
Let independence be our boast,
Hail Columbia ! happy land!
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone,
The National Ode: read at the Celebration in Independence Hall,
O, make thou us, through centuries long,
Long as thine Art shall love true love,
Centennial Meditation of Columbia: International Exposition,
Who cometh over the hills,
We saw her face in the fiery smoke;
As a sacred zone around her !
With a righteous voice,
Far-heard through the ages, if not she?
For the menace is dumb that defied her,
And she stands acknowledged, and strong, and Freedom, O, fairest of all
The daughters of Time and Thought!
Ode to Freedom: Centennial Anniversary of the Battle of Concord,
on her child;
turned to the Earth, but she frowns
turned to the Sea, and he smiled as of old :
The star of love now shines above,