And we'll plant them still together for 'tis yet the

selfsame soil

Our fathers' valor won for us by victory and toil;
In Florida's fair everglades, by bold Ontario's flood,
And thro' them send electric life as leaps the kindred
blood!

For thus it is they taught us, who for Freedom lived and died,

The Eternal law of justice must and shall be justi

fied

That God has joined together by a fiat all divine

The destinies of dwellers 'neath the Palm tree and the Pine.

Aye! we'll plant them yet together though the cloud is on their brows,

And winds antagonistic writhe and wrench the stalwart boughs;

Driving winds that drift the nations into gaping gulfs of gloom,

Sweeping ages, cycles, systems, into vortices of doom; Though the waves of faction rolling in triumphant

to the shore,

Are breaking down our bulwarks with their sullen rage and roar;

Serried armaments of ocean filing in line after line, Washing up the deep foundations of Palmetto and of Pine.

Shall this, the soil of Freedom, from their roots be

washed away

By the changing of the billows and the breaking of the spray?

No! the Hand which rules the vortex which is surging now before us,

Above its "hell of waters" sets the bow of promise

o'er us

And the time will come when Discord shall be buried

in the past.

The oriflamme of Love shall wave above the breach

at last,

And beneath that starry banner-type of unity divine

Shall stand those stately signals- the Palmetto and the Pine.

Shall the old victorious Eagle from their boughs be wrenched away

By the double-headed Vulture of Disunion and De

cay?

Forbid it, Heaven! Columbia, guard thine emblems gathered here,

To grace the brilliant dawning of this grand Centennial year,

And bear them as thou marchest on with gonfalons unfurled,

With thy foot upon the fetter, for the freeing of the world!

And guard thy Holy Sepulchre - Mount Vernon's sacred shrine

For this is Freedom's Holy Land - her promised

Palestine.

POETICAL FAVORITES

Oh! thou voice of God outflowing from the lips of holy Peace,

Soothe the turmoil and the tumult - bid this strife

and sorrow cease!

O'er savannahs steeped in sunshine, over mountains dark with rain,

Send the glad and thrilling tidings in thy sweetly solemn strain

Let snowy North and sunny South send up the shout, "All's well!"

And the music of thy coming strike our heartstrings with its swell,

(As to Jessie Brown at Lucknow struck the air of "Auld Lang Syne,"

From the Highland pipes of Havelock) - Save the Palm and save the Pine!

God plant them still together! let them flourish side by side.

In the halls of our Centennial - mailed in more than

marble pride;

With kindly deeds and noble names we'll grave them o'er and o'er,

With brave historic legends of the glorious days of

yore;

While the clear, exultant chorus, rising from united

bands,

The echo of our triumph peals to earth's remotest

lands

While "Faith, Fraternity and Love" shall joyfully

entwine

Around our chosen Emblems

the Palmetto and the

Pine.

"Together!" shouts Niagara his thunder-toned de

"Together!" echo back the waves upon the Mexic

"Together!" sing the sylvan hills where old Atlantic

"Together! "boom the breakers on the wild Pacific

"Together!" cry the People and "together" it shall be,

An everlasting charter-bond forever for the free;
Of Liberty the signet-seal the one eternal sign
Be those united emblems the Palmetto and the

Pine!

ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG

BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH

Good people all, of every sort,

Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.

In Islington there was a man

Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran
Whene'er he went to pray.

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,

Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.

This dog and man at first were friends;

But when a pique began,

The dog, to gain his private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.

Around from all the neighboring streets
The wondering neighbors ran,
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man!

The wound it seemed both sore and sad

To every Christian eye:

And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die.

But soon a wonder came to light,
That showed the rogues they lied:

The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died!