The banquet's gay splendors are gleaming around, But your hearts have flown back o'er the waves of the Sound; They have found the brown home where their pulses were born; They are throbbing their way through the trees and the corn. There are roofs you remember, their glory is filed; There are mounds in the churchyard,—one sigh for the dead. There are wrecks, there are ruins, all scattered around; But Earth has no spot like that corner of ground. To-night, we harm nothing, we love in the lump; Here's a bumper to Maine, in the juice of the pump! Here's to all the good people, wherever they be, We should like to talk big; it's a kind of a right, When the tongue has got loose and the waistband grown tight; But, as pretty Miss Prudence remarked to her beau, On its own heap of compost, no biddy should crow. Enough! There are gentlemen waiting to talk, God bless all her children! Good night to you all! ODE FOR WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY. CELEBRATION OF THE MERCANTILE LIBRARY ASSOCIATION. FEBRUARY 22, 1856. WELCOME to the day returning, Dearer still as ages flow, While the torch of Faith is burning, Long as Freedom's altars glow! See the hero whom it gave us Slumbering on a mother's breast; For the arm he stretched to save us, Hear the tale of youthful glory, Friend and foe repeat the story, Spread his fame o'er sea and land, Where the golden lilies, gleaming, Star the watch-towers of Quebec. Look! The shadow on the dial Marks the hour of deadlier strife; Days of terror, years of trial, Lo, the youth, become her leader! All her baffled tyrants yield; Through his arm the Lord hath freed her; Crown him on the tented field! Vain is Empire's mad temptation; "By the name that you inherit, By the sufferings you recall, Cherish the fraternal spirit ; Love your country first of all! Listen not to idle questions If its bands may be untied; Doubt the patriot whose suggestions Strive a nation to divide!" Father! We, whose ears have tingled With the discord-notes of shame, — We, whose sires their blood have mingled In the battle's thunder-flame, Gathering, while this holy morning Trust us, while we honor thee! |