Now nearer blow the bugles, And the drums strike more convulsive, And the daylight o'er the pavement quite has faded, And the strong dead-march enwraps me. In the eastern sky up-buoying, The sorrowful vast phantom moves illumined, O strong dead-march you please me! me! O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial! What I have I also give you. The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music, My heart gives you love. WALT WHITMAN. New World and Old Glory New World Stand by the Flag! and Old Stand by the Flag! Its stars, like meteors gleamGlory ing, Have lighted Arctic icebergs, southern seas, And shone responsive to the stormy beaming Of old Arcturus and the Pleiades. Stand by the Flag! Its stripes have streamed To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe, Stand by the Flag! On land and ocean billow Stand by the Flag! Immortal heroes bore it And their imperial Shades still hover o'er it, JOHN NICHOLS WILDER. At Gibraltar I England, I stand on thy imperial ground, I think how Lucknow heard their gathering I turn, and meet the cruel, turbaned face. GEORGE EDWARD WOOdberry. New World and Old Glory *Taken from "North Shore Watch and Other Poems" (copyrighted 1890). By courtesy of The Macmillan Company. At Gibraltar New World and Old Glory II Thou art the rock of empire, set mid-seas Between the East and West, that God has built; Advance thy Roman borders where thou wilt, While run thy armies true with his decrees; Law, justice, liberty-great gifts are these; Watch that they spread where English blood is spilt, Lest, mixed and sullied with his country's guilt, The soldier's life-stream flow, and Heaven displease! Two swords there are: one naked, apt to smite, American I am; would wars were done! Now westward, look, my country bids goodnight— Peace to the world from ports without a gun! Faith and Freedom We must be free or die, who speak the tongue New World und Old Glory Our Mother Tongue Beyond the vague Atlantic deep, LORD HOUGHTON. |