The camp has had its day of song;
The sword, the bayonet, the plume,
Have crowded out of song too long
The plow, the anvil, and the loom
Oh! not upon our tented fields
Are freedom's heroes bred alone;
The training of the workshop yields
More…
Wide over the tremulous sea
The moon spread her mantle of light,
And the gale, gently dying away,
Breathed soft on the bosom of night.
By the sea-side a panting slave stood,
And poured forth his pitiful tale;
His tears were unseen in the…
[The "Evening Post" publishes the following exquisite little poem, with a paragraph stating that it was received with a note, not from its author, to the effect that "it was written as a dirge for a friend—a young, gifted, and highly cultivated…
Ding! dong! there is no hell! no hell!
Said the Universalist bell.
Look up to heaven this holy day,Attend this church, and learn the way.There are no fires or fiends to blightThe hope within the heart we light.Ding! dong! there is no hell! no…
Though swiftly Time, with rapid wings,
Has borne us from old scenes we knew,
Yet memory oft the picture brings
In glowing colors back to view;
Thus early friends remember when
They first as schoolboys met in play,
And yet, though years have…
Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven;Give! as the waves when their channel is riven;Give! as the free air and sunshine are given;
Lavishly, utterly, carelessly give!
Not the waste drops of thy cup overflowing,—Not the faint sparks of thy…
Peace to thee, father, thou hast gone
To that blest shore—
Thy last great battle's fought and won,
Thy conflict's o'er.
As dew drops from the flowers above
On earth distill'd,
Thy melting words, like floods of love,
Our hearts have…
Give us the nerves of steel,
And the arm of fearless might,
And the strength of will that is ready still
To battle for the right.
Give us the eye to weep
That honest tear of feeling,
That shuts not down for the world's dread frown,
The genuine…
O, Slavery! thou art a bitter draught,
And twice accursed is thy poisoned bowl.
Which taints with leprosy the white man's soul,
Not less than his by whom its dregs are quaffed. The slave sinks down, o'ercome by cruel craft,
Like beast of burden…
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To quench this [?] thirst within?
Here on this cursed bed I lie,
And cannot get one drop of gin!
I ask not health, not even life—
Life! what a curse it's been to me!
I'd rather sink in deepest hell,
Than drink again its…
