A PURITAN WAR SONG WHERE are you going, soldiers, With banner, gun, and sword? We 're marching South to Canaan To battle for the Lord

THIS is your month, the month of… Birds in full song and blossoms al… Nature herself your earliest welco… Spreads every leaflet, every bower… Carpets her paths for your returni…

I must leave thee, lady sweet Months shall waste before we meet; Winds are fair and sails are sprea… Anchors leave their ocean bed; Ere this shining day grow dark,

H. W. L. PRIDE of the sister realm so lon… We claim with her that spotless fa… White as her snow and fragrant as… Ours was thy birthplace, but in ev…

TEACHERS of teachers! Yours th… Noblest that noble minds can ask, High up Aonia’s murmurous mount, To watch, to guard the sacred foun… That feeds the streams below;

TRANSLATION FROM THE… THE god looked out upon the troub… Waked into tumult from its placid… The flame of anger kindles in his… As the wild waves ascend the lower…

FLASH out a stream of blood-red… For I would drink to other days, And brighter shall their memory sh… Seen flaming through its crimson b… The roses die, the summers fade,

No mystic charm, no mortal art, Can bid our loved companions stay; The bands that clasp them to our h… Snap in death’s frost and fall apa… Like shadows fading with the day,

As Clemence! when I saw thee last Trip down the Rue de Seine, And turning, when thy form had pas… I said, ‘We meet again,’— I dreamed not in that idle glance

When the Puritans came over Our hills and swamps to clear, The woods were full of catamounts, And Indians red as deer, With tomahawks and scalping-knives…

You ‘ll believe me, dear boys, ’t… With a welcome like this in your d… To meet the same smiles and to hea… Which have greeted me oft in the y… Were I gray as the grayest old ra…

DEDICATED TO THE STA… Now, while our soldiers are fighti… Each at his post to do all that he… Down among rebels and contraband c… What are you doing, my sweet littl…

TWICE had the mellowing sun of a… The hundredth circle of his yearly… When, as we meet to-day, our fathe… That joyous gathering who can e’er… When Harvard’s nurslings, scatter…

DEAR GOVERNOR, if my skiff m… The winds that lift the ocean wave… The mountain stream that loops and… Through my broad meadow’s channell… Should waft me on from bound to bo…

O GOD! in danger’s darkest hour, In battle’s deadliest field, Thy name has been our Nation’s to… Thy truth her help and shield. Our lips should fill the air with…