And we'll plant them still together for 'tis yet the selfsame soil Our fathers' valor won for us by victory and toil; 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; Pine! ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; In Islington there was a man Of whom the world might say, And in that town a dog was found, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, This dog and man at first were friends; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Around from all the neighboring streets 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, The man recovered of the bite, |