New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-05-19
LAYS OF THE PEOPLE.


STOOD On the walls Of Suuter
As the solemn night came down
On the lone, beleaguered fortress,
On TIE traitor camp and town;
WhIe through the lurid heavens
Sped tie red-hot shot and sLell,
Al if by mad iiends driven
From the open mOuths Of he'll;
Willie the flag of sovereign nation,
On the rsdpilating air,
Still waved from it, lofty station
Amid the fiery glare.
And saw where iercest, Airest,
Ragged the terrible batilJ-storm-
Where The bursting shells fell hottest,
There lowered spectral form:
know by it's proud erectness,
By iis calm, determined mien,
BY tbs rong arms sternly folded,
By he deep, eur eye serene,
'Twss ihai Old man, oD-bearted,
Oi the dark and terrible frowD,
TIE Genius Of Re,ributon--
Old OsAwAloMIE BRowS.
"'T is weili" he murmured softly,
90 trsl,orous, coward band!
Ply your engines iercer, faster,
GAINS, the dag OF your native landI
Ram your deathful bai more hotiy
On the heads OF that faithful few,
Stuled, aud iaint and falnlshed,
W,tA aeir gag Of truce an gIew !
nRosr loaier, ye murderous eannOni
Whn every echOing boom
Der The hills Of the sturdy Northland
Swsera the story Of Sumiers doomi
Ard hear above your thQnder
The shout OF warrior band,
Waktd suddenly from slumber,
TO strike iOr tLeir native land
I" As the hon of the desert
Lears fcrcely from hie lair,
And gszes down the distance
With fixed and fiery glare
As TIE bolt along the s,orm-elond
Qulvcrs in fierce unrest,
Ere it burst III triple vengeance
On earth's rent and quiyeriDg breast
Fen 20 the sons Of Freedom
For one dreadful moment stand,
Till your murderous hand uphi,ed
Is struck al your native land.
"Sirise fercer, faster, murdereIs!
Steepcd 20 the core in Tin,
See tie dag of your country Dropping
Aim at il once again
All Sunlter's guns are voiceless,
And the flames are hot within,
And faint are her brave deienders--
Aim nc her once againl
Ha dasiards, craveDs, cowards,
Ye are brave and knightly men'
Your foes disabled, silenced-
Fire On them once sgaini
{" All niue Is the unsealed vision,
Aud uine is the prophet ear;
Ye may laugh in your mad derision,
But the day Of doom is near!
-Englands bills will echo
With The warriors battle cry,
And Ney-York's Excelsior banner
Mid shOutings Hiss the sky:
From the free North lakes and rivers,
Ger the distaut prairies breast,
From true souled Pennsylvania,
And the bold uDfeuered West
Like the roar Of The mountain torrent,
Like tie shrek Of the tempest comes,
God and our county ever
Our Banner and our Homesg
"Oh this ID the day prayed for,
When against the wintry sky,
Wih The rope around my throttle
Ye hung me up to die
The day when my frce-bOrn brothers
In their lofty faith will rise,
And wipe from their fair eseutcheon
Tie ,ian that oil il lies
When ManhOoA, crushed and blighted,
Tramplcd, and bruised, and torni
And WomauboOd, lashed, polluted,
The victim Oi lust aud scorn,
From their fainting spirits lifted
Tie burden snd - hight,
May wake IRON their loathsOme serfd0m
10 Ieyel in Freedoms light.
"My country! oh, my country
have called on you Oft before,
Wonld God that my strong appealing
Might enter your souls once more
As you value the boon of Freedom,
So fearlessly won for you,
Strike home tor your Gresides bravely,
And "A whole Free Country tool
Let your proud Flag kiss the heavens
With never blot or staini
Der bleeding human cha,tels
Never to float again !" La CASADFENEE
F,o% The Aaalhe Monthly for June
ARMY HYMN.
ny OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
"Old Husdied."
o LoRD of Hosts Almighty KiDgl
Behold tie sacrifice we bring!
To every ara, Thy strength impart,
Thy spirit shed through every heart
Wake 10 our breas's tie living fires,
The holy faith that warmed our sires;