“TE FOR SCHOOL.” A BOOK OF SEVENTY SONGS 3 es S | SCHOOLS AND FAMILIES. . NEW YORK AND BUFFALO: PUBLISH HD BY TP. BHAT wi 333 Broadway, N. Y., and 227 Main St., Buffalo. 1859. “" Efie H'or School.” A BOOK OF SEVENTY SONGS SCHOOLS AND FAMILIES. a NEW YORK AND BUFFALO: PUBLISHED BY I.:P. BHADLE. 833 Broadway, N. Y., and 227 Main St., Buffalo. 1859. PUBLISHER’S NOTICE. Many beautiful and popular songs have been taught the pupils of Public Schools by their teachers writing the music on the blackboard, and requesting the poetry to be copied in manuscript books kept for that purpose, from which books the publisher has compiled this collection; nearly every song of which has hecome a favorite by being known and sung by many thousands of the pupils. the Sic ied ich Wn CONTENTS. A Song for Public Schools, - Star-Spangled Banner, - - : Uncle Sam’s Farm, - - - New England, te Re - Home, Sweet Home, - - There’s a Good Time ener - The Tempest, - - . The Old Folks are Gime: - - Dearest Brother, We Miss Thee, E Pluribus Unum, - - - The Lake-Side Shore, - - God is Ever Good, - + - Red, White, and Blue, - - What is Home without a Mother ? Hard Times Come Again No More, The Sword of Bunker Hill, - - Willie, We have Missed You, - The Rock of Liberty, - - - Waiting for the May, : -/ The Farmer’s Home, - - . Glad to Get Home, - : The Origin of Yankee Dovale, - How Sweet to be Allowed to ae -Away Among the SNORE America, - - s The Age of Progress, . - What Shall be My Angel Name? Good-Night, - = . * My Own “Native Land, - 4 I Miss Thee So, - ° = ‘ The Old Farm-House. - - Blind Orphan Boy’s Lament, -* Rosalie the Prairie Flower, . - 85 33 36 CONTENTS. Hie For School, - . Kansas Emigrant Song, “ Cora Lee, - : S c Oh! I’m Going Home, - bs Do They Miss Me at Home? - I’ve a Home in the Woods, - Minnie Dear, - - - " Graves of a Household, - Row, Row, - - - Three Bells, - - - Mable Clare, - - . ‘ Look Aloft, - : : Be Kind to Each Other, - - Vhere the Bright Waves are Dashing, *Tis Home Where the Heart is, Our Father Land, - - Gently Lord, - - - - Unfurl the Glorious Banner, - Away, Away, - - - - How Cheering the Thought, - My Mother’s Bible, - - The Old Folks we Loved Long Ago SD or? Gentle Annie, - - - The Maiden’s Prayer, - - The Miller of the Dee, - - Some Folks, - - - - Yh! Seorn Not Thy Brother, - What other Name than Thine, Mother ? The School I Attend, - . Heather Dale, ~ - - The Little Blacksmith, - - The Hills of New England, - Oh! The Sea, The Sea, - = All’s for the Best, - - We Stand here United, - - Our Father in Heaven, - - Twenty Years Ago, Page’ 88 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 4S 49 50 51 52 53 54 5d 56 56 57 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 71 ho ‘= A Song For Public Schools. BY MRS. C. H. GILDERSLEEVE, A song, a song for public schools, Our people’s proudest glory, And while we sing, the nation’s stars Grow brighter at the story. And higher floats those restless folds, And higher still we follow ; And scorn a name whose only sound Like ringing gold, is hollow. Then free as air shall knowledg be, And open wisdom’s portal, To every thirsty, earnest soul Who longs to be immortal. Here rich and poor stand side by side To quaff her purest chalice, And never dream that deathless names Belong to cot or palace. The light of truth shail guide us on, When glory lies before us, And “ Right makes Might” emblazoned on The banner waving o’er us. A song, a loud, exultant song Shall ring from sea to prairie, And tell the world that mind, not gold, Shall make our stations vary. A* h! say, can you see by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hail’d at the tw lights last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the merilOUt fight, O'erther ramparts we e watched, were so gallantly streaming; And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof “through | the night that our flag was still th ere, Oh! say, does the star- -spangled banner still w ave, O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep, Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze o’er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half concealed, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream ; Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave, O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave- And where is the band who so vauntingly swore hat the havoc of war, and the battle’s confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footstep’s pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave, Yh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and war's desolation ; ais Bless’d with victory and peace may the Heaven-rescue® al Praise the power that hath made and preserv edusanauion: Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto —‘‘In God is our trust! And the star- “spangled banner ‘in triumph page a! O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. +7? ™| =r fh, 7 Uncle Sam’s Farm. +++ ‘)f all the mighty nations, in the East or in the West, Oh! this glorious Yankee nation is the greatest and the best; We have room for all creation, and our banner is unfurl’d, Here is a general invitation to the people of the world. Chorus.— Come along, come along — make no delay, Come from every nation, come from every way ; Our land is broad enough — don’t be alarmed, For Uncle Sam is'rich enough to give us all a farm. St. Lawrence marks our northern line, as fast her waters flow, And the Rio Grande our southern bound, way down to Mexico; From the great Atlantic ocean,where the sun begins to dawn, Leaps across the Rocky Mountains, away to Oregon. Chorus.— Come along, come along, &c. lhe south may raise the cotton, and the west the corn and pork, New England manufactories shall do up the finer work ; for the deep and flowing waterfalls that course along our hills, Ave just the thing “for washing sheep, and driving cotton mills. Chorus.— Come along, come along, Xe. Jur fathers gave us liberty, but little did they dream, fhe grand results that flow along this mighty age of steam ; For our mountains, lakes, and rivers are alla blaze of fire, And we send our news by lightning on the telegraphic wire, Chorus.— Come along, come along, Xe. Yes, we are bound to beat the nations, for our motto’s go- ahead, : And we'll tell the foreign paupers that our people are well- fed ; For the nations must remember that Uncle Sam is not a fool, For the people do the voting, and the children go to school. Chorus. Come along, come along, &c. New England. od New England, I love thee, thou land of the free ! Our sires from oppression found refuge in thee ; Thy laws are commended beyond the wide seas. New England, my country, I love thee for these. New England, I love thee, thou land of the brave, Our fathers fought nobly thy freedom to save ; Thy rights, ever sacred, all nations must please, New England, my country, I Jove thee for these. New England, I love thee, thy code of good rules, Thy clergy, thy churches, thy teachers and schools, Thy statesmen and poets, thy minstrels and glees, New England, my country, I love thee for these. New England, I love thee, thy rocks, and thy rills, Thy dells and thy fountains, thy vales and thy hills, Thy rivers and meadows, thy mountains and trees, New England, my country, I love thee for these. New England, I love thee, repose of the blest, Th’ oppressed of all nations in thee find their rest ; Thy banners of freedom float high in the breeze, New England, my country, I love thee for these. The dearest spot of earth to me Is home, sweet home ; The fairy land I’ve long’d to see, [s home, sweet home. There how charmed the sense of hearing, There where hearts are so endearing, All the world is not so cheering As home, sweet home. Pve taught my heart the way to prize My home, sweet home ; ve learn’d to look with lover’s eyes On home, sweet home. There whére vows are truly plighted, There where hearts are so united, All the world beside I’ve sighted For home, sweet home. There’s a Good Time Coming: There ’s a good time coming, boys, A good time coming ; There’s a good time coming, boys, Wait a little longer ; We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming ; Cannon balls may aid the truth, But thought ’s a weapon stronger ; We'll win our battles by its aid, Wait a little longer. There ’s a good time coming, boys, A good time coming, There’s a good time coming, boys, Wait a little longer. There’s a good time coming, boys, A good time coming ; There ’s a good time coming, boys, Wait a little longer; The pen shall supersede the sword, And right, not might, shall be the lord, In the good time coming; Worth, not birth, shall rule mankind, And be acknowledged stronger, The proper impulse has been given, Wait a little longer. There’s a good time coming, boys, A good time coming, There ’s a good time coming, boys, Wait a little longer The Tempest. ——__——_+- @ - —____— We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, It was midnight on the waters, And the storm was o’er the deep; Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the trumpet thunder, “ Cut away the mast!” We shuddered there in silence, For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring, And the breakers talked with death ; Sad thus we sat in silence, All busy with our prayers, * We’re lost!” the captain shouted, As he staggered down the stairs. But his little daughter whispered, As she took the icy hand, ‘Ts not God upon the waters, Just the same as on the land Then we kissed the little maiden, And we spake of better cheer, As we anchored safe in harbor, When the sun was shining clear. 9” Chorus.— And a shout rose loud and joyous, As we grasped the friendly hand God is on the waters, Just the same as on the land. The Old Folks are Gone. De Far, far in many lands I’ve wandered, Sadly and lone, ’ My heart was ever turning southward To all the dear ones at home . Here after all my weary roami ng, At early dawn, I’ve come pi find the cot still standing, But oh, the old folks are gone. Chorus.— Dere I wander sad and lonely, In the dear old home, Those that I love so well and fondly All the old folks are gone. f Here’s where I frolick’d with my brother, Under the tree; Here’s where I knelt beside my mother, From care and sorrow free ; : Still sing the little birds as sweetly, At night and morn, . Still runs the little brook so fleetly, But oh, the old folks are gone. Chorus.— Here I wander sad and lonely, &c. Down where the old banana’s waving, They’re laid to rest, Where the Swanee’s peaceful water’s laving, The green turfo’er their breast ; But there’s a home I know where e parting Never can come ; Oh, for that home I must be starting, There’s where the old folks are gone. Chorus.— Here I wander sad an] lonely, &c. 13 Dearest Brother We Miss Thee O, yes! dearest brother, we miss thee, With j joy would we welcome thee home, Thy place here too long has been vacant, O, say, wilt thou never return ? : We miss thee at morning and evening, And then on the calm Sabbath day, We listen again for thy coming, But no, thou art far, far away. We miss thee when joining our voices In songs long familiar to sing, We think of the voice so far distant, And wish thou wert with us again. Then come, dearest brother, and cheer us Once more with thine own happy smile, Our hearts now in sadness are pining, O, come and our sorrow beguile. But tho’ dearest brother, we never May meet thee in this world again, We hope to behold thee in heaven, And oh! may that hope not be vain, O then let us strive to be cheerful, And live that the day may soon come, When hearts freed from sin and all sorrow, Thou'lt ever be with us at Home. B & Pluribus Unum. > fhough many and bright are the stars that appear In the flag of our country unfurl’d; And the stripes that are swelling in majesty there, Like a rainbow adorning the world ; Their lights are unsullied as those in the sky, By a deed that our Fathers have done, And they’re leagued in as true and as holy a tie, In their motto of “‘ Many in one.” From the hour when those patriots fearlessly flung That banner of star-light abroad, Ever true to themselves, to that motto they clung, As they clung to the promise of God; __ By the bayonet trae’d at the midnight of war, On the fields where our glory was won, Oh! perish the hand, or the heart that would mar " Our motto of ‘* Many in one.” ‘Mid the smoke of the contest, the cannons’ deep roar, How oft it hath gathered renown ; While those stars were reflected in rivers of gore, When the cross and the lion went down. And tho’ few were their lights in the gloom of that hour, Yet the hearts that were striking below, Had God for their bulwark, and truth for their power, And they stopped not to number the foe. We are many in one while there glitters a star In the blue of the heavens above, And tyrants shall quail ’mid their dungeons afar, When they gaze on the motto of love. It shall gleam o’er the sea ’mid the bolts of the storm, O’er the tempest, and battle, and wreck, And flame where our guns with their thunder grow warm, "Neath the blood on the slippery deck. rhen up with our flag, let it stream on the air, Tho’ our fathers are cold in their graves ; on hey had hands that could strike, they had souls that coul And their sons were not born to be slaves. Up, up with our banner where e’er it may call, Our millions shall rally around, A nation of freemen that moment shall fall, When its stars shall be trail’d on the ground. 15 The Lake-Side Shore. Summer’s breath is lightly falling On the silent waters blue, And the moonbeams bright are sporting With the drops of glittering dew; Hark! away upon the waters There’s a sound of dipping oar, And a boat song loudly chanted, Echoes down the lake-side shore. Now the night-bird’s song comes floating Sweetly down the midnight air, Waking all the depths, to listen To the birds that thus should dare To break the weird and solemn stillness, That had reigned so long before In the wood, and mead, and valley, On the silent lake-side shore. Now the song comes swelling bolder, And the boatman’s chant is heard Louder o’er the distant waters, As it would outvie the bird; ‘But each song at last is finished, And the bird to rest once more, Leaves no sound to break the quiet Of the happy lake-side shore. Who can say there is no pleasure, Thus to walk the night alone, List’ning to the night-bird’s music, Or the boatman’s solemn tone ? Where is there a spot more lovely, Where the vail of night hangs o’er, Where another peace more holy, Than this silent lake-side shore? God is Ever Good. @ Rita tS 63 —_ See the shining dew-drops On the flowerets strewed, Proving as they sparkle, _ God is ever good. Chorus.— God is ever good, God is ever good. See the morning sunbeams _Lighting up the wood, Silently proclaiming, God is ever good. Chorus.— God is ever good, &c. Hear the mountain streamlet, In the solitude, With its ripple saying, God is ever good. Chorus.— God is ever good, &e, In the leafy tree-top, Where no fears intrude, Joyous birds are singing, God is ever good. Chorus.— God is ever good, &e, Bring my heart thy tribute, - Songs of gratitude, ) While all nature utters, God is ever good. Chorus.— God is ever good, &. Red, White and Blue. Oh Columbia, the gem of the Ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot’s devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When liberty’s form stands in view, hy banners make tyranny tremble, When born by the red, white and blue. When borne by the red, white and blue, When borne by the red, white and blue, Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue. When war waged its wide desolation, And threatened our land to deform, The ark then of freedom’s foundation, Columbia rode safe through the storm, With her garland of victory o’er her, When so proudly she bore her bold crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue. The boast of, &e. The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither, And fill you it up to the brim, May the wreath they have won’never wither, Nor the star of their glory grow dim. May the service united ne’r sever, And hold to their colors so true, The army and navy for ever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue. ; Three cheers for, &c, B* WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT A MOTHER.’ <> What is home without a mother, What are all the joys we meet, When her loving smile no longer, Greets the coming, coming of our feet; The days seem long, the nights are drear, And time rolls slowly on; ~ And oh how few are childhood’s pleasures, When her gentle care is gone. Things we prize are first to vanish ; Hearts we love to pass away; And how soon e’en in her childhood, We behold her turning, turning gray ; Her eye grows dim, her step is slow Her joys of earth are past ; And sometimes ere we learn to know her, She hath breath’d on earth, on earth her last Older hearts may have their sorrows, Griefs that quickly die away, But a mother lost in childhood, Grieves the heart, the heart from day to day ; We miss her kind, her willing hand, > Her fond and earnest care ; And oh how dark is life around us, What is home without without her there. 19 Hard Times Come Again Yo More. Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor, There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears, Oh! Hard times came again no more. Chorus.— Tis the song and the sigh of the weary, Hard times come again no more, Many days you have lingered around my cabin door ; Oh! Hard times come again no more. Repeat. While we seek mirth, and beauty, and music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door, Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say, Oh! Hard times come again no more. "Tis the song, &c. There’s a pale, drooping maiden who toils her life away, With a worn heart whose better days are o’er ; Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day, Oh! Hard times come again no more. Tis the song, &c. "Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, *Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore, Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grare, Oh! Hard times come again no more. Tis the song &e, The Sword of Bunker Hill. — ———— TT] > oi 4. He lay upon his dying bed, His eye was growing dim, When with a feeble voice he called, : His weeping son to him: ‘‘ Weep not, my boy,” the veteran said, : “T bow to heaven’s high will, ut quickly from yon antlers bring The sword of Bunker Hill.” | Rupear. mee The sword was brought, the soldier’s eye Lit with a sudden flame; And as he grasped the ancient blade, He murmured Warren’s name ; Then said, “My boy, I leave you gold, . But what is richer still, a I leave you, mark me, mark me, now Rie cecal oh, Wi ss { Repear ee ~*~ tol “Twas on that dread, immortal day, I dared the Briton’s band, A captain raised this blade on me, I tore it from his hand ; . ) And while the glorious battle raged, It lightened freedom’s will, = For, boy, the God of freedom blessed The sword of Bunker Hill. { Revzat fa yao. @ | “Oh! keep the sword,” his accents broke, 3 A smile, and he was dead; ; But his wrinkled hand still grasped the blade, , Upon that dying bed. The son remains, the sword remains, Its glory growing still, And twenty millions bless the sire And sword of Bunker Hill. {Rerear 21 Wa Ta ke Tk WE HAVE MISSED YOU. ae Ge Oh! Willie, is it you, dear, safe, safe at home ? They did not tell me true, dear, they said you would not come, I heard you at the gate, and it made my heart rejoice, For I knew that welcome footstep, and that dear familiar voice Making music on my ear in the lonely midnight gloom, . Oh! Willie, we have missed you; welcome, welcome home. We've longed to see you nightly, but this night of all; The fire was blazing brightiy, and lights were in the hall, The little ones were up ’till twas ten o’clock and past, Then their eyes began to twinkle, and they have gone tv sleop at last; But they listened for your voice till they thought you’c never come, Oh! Willie, we have missed you; welcome, welcome home. The days were sad without you, the nights long and drear, My dreams have been about you, oh, welcome, Willie dear, Last night I wept and watched, by the moonlight’s cheer less ray, Till I thought I heard your footstep, then I wiped my tear: _ away, : But my heart grew sad again, when I found you had no come ; Oh! Willie, we have missed yon; welcome, welcome home. The Rock of Liberty. Oh! the firm old rock, the wave-worn rock, That braved the blast and the billow’s shock; It was born with time on a barren shore, And it laughed with scorn at the ocean’s roar. *T was here that first the Pilgrim band, Came weary up to the foaming strand ; And the tree they reared in the days gone by, It lives, it lives, it lives, and ne’er shall die. Thou stern old rock in the ages past, Thy brow was bleached by the warring blast ; But thy wintry toil with the wave is o’er, And the billows beat thy base no more. Yet countless as thy sands, old rock, Are the hardy sons of the Pilgrim stock ; And the tree they reared in the days gone by, It lives, it lives, it lives, and ne’er shall die. Then rest, old rock, on the sea-beat shore, Our sires are lulled by the breaker’s roar; ’T was here that first their hymns were heard, O’er the startled ery of the ocean bird. *T was here they lived, ’t was here they died,’ Their forms repose on the green hill-side ; And the tree they reared in the days gone by, Lt lives, it lives, it lives, and ne’er shall die. Waiting for the May. ° Ah! my heart is weary, waiting, Waiting for the May ; Waiting for the pleasant rambles, Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles With the wood-bine alternating, Secnt the dewy way. ’ Ah! my heart is sore with sighing, Sighing for the May ; Sighing for the sure returning, When the summer’s beams are burning Hopes and flowers that, dead or dying, All the winter lay. Ah! my heart, my heart is throbbing, Throbbing for the May ; Throbbing for the sea-side billows, Or the water-wooing willows, Where, in laughter and in sobbing, Glide the streams away ‘The Farmer’s Eome. +4

P+ Away among the blossoms, The summe: time has come; Hark! to the singing waters,— Hark! to the wild bee’s hum, Away among the blossoms, The merry birds are there ; Hark! how their chorus early Is thrilling on the air. Tra, la, la, Ja, la, la, Tra, la, la, la, la, la, hi. Away among the blossoms, The summer time has come. Away among the blossoms, The buttercups are bright ; And in the dewy meadows, The clover tops are white. Away among the blossoms, A happy world is ours ; Praise to the loving Father Whose smile is on the flowers. Tra, la, la, la, la, la, Tra, la, la, la, la, la, Ja, ) Away among the blossoms, The summer time has come. America. My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From every mountain side, Let freedom ring. My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free — Thy name I love: I Jove thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet freedom’s song : Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake, Let rocks their silence break The sound prolong. Our fathers’ God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee I sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light ; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. Cx ~~ 0—O —- ~ + The age of giant progress, Americans all hail! The land, all interwoven With telegraph and rail ; No sluggish chains shall bind us, No tardiness delay ; The morning light is breaking (waking,) O’er our destiny. The age of trained lightning, “* Despatching ” human thought ; What wondrous revolution ) The scheme of Morse hath wrought! No time, no space can hinder The quick, electric fire ; Intelligence is flashing, (dashing,) O’er the magic wire. The age of grand conceptions, The ‘‘ cable of the deep! ” It “snapped,” but we will mend it, We have no time to weep. The great Pacific Railroad! *T will not be long before The railroad cars are flying, (hieing,) From the golden shore. The age of priceless knowledge,— The scholar’s jubilee ! The land all dotted over With institutions free. Our public schools! O, hail them! They offer treasures cheap: The boys and girls are scaling, (hailing,) Science’s rugged steep. _ What shall be my Angel Name? > In the land where I am going, When my earthly life is o’er, Where tired hands cease their striving, And the tired heart shall ache no more; In that land of light and beauty, Where no shadow ever came To o’ercloud the perfect beauty, What shall be my angel name ? When the spirits who await me Meet me at my entering in, With what name of love and music, Will their welcoming begin? Not the one so dimmed with earth stains, Linked with thoughts of grief and pain ; No! the name that mortals gave me, Will not be my angel name! I have heard it all too often Uttered by unloving lips; Earthly care, and sin, and sorrow, Dim it with their deep eclipse. I shall change it like a garment, When I leave this mortal frame, And at life’s immortal baptism I shall have another name. For the angels will not call me By the name I bear on earth; They will speak a holier language Where I have my holier birth. Syllabled in heavenly music, Sweeter far than earth may claim, Very gentle, pure, and tender — Such shall be’my angel name. It has thrilled my spirit often In the holiest of my dreams ; But its beauty lingers with me Only like the morning beams. Weary of the jarring discord Which the lips of mortal’s frame, When shall I, with joy and rapture, ‘ Answer to my angel name? *Good-night ! good-night! good-night! good-night ! Good-night ! good-night ! good-night ! To all a kind good-night ! Lo! the moon from heaven is beaming O’er the silver waters streaming Tis the hour of calm delight ; Good-night! good-night! good-night! good-night : Good-night! good-night ! good-night! To all a kind good-night ! Angels like, while earth is sleeping Stars above their watch are keeping, As the Star of Bethlehem, bright! Good-night ! good-night ! good-night ! good-night! Good-night ! good-night! good-night ! ; To all a kind good-night ! Slumber sweetly till the morning, ‘Lill the sun, the world adorning, Rise in all his glorious might! it : 33 My Own Native Land —_———————aet] + 2-4 > > Pye roved over mountain, I’ve crossed over flood, I’ve traversed the wave-rolling sand ; Though the fields were as green, and the moon shone as bright, Yet it was not my own native land. No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, Though the fields were as green, and the moon shone as bright, Yet it was not my own native land. The right hand of friendship how oft I have grasped, And bright eyes bave smiled and looked bland ; Yet happier far were the hours that I passed In the West —in my own native land. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Yet happier far were the hours that I passed In tho West —in my own native land. Then hail, dear Columbia, the land that we love, Where flourishes Liberty’s tree ; The birth-place of Freedom, our own native home, ’Tis the land, ’tis the land of the free! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, The birth-place of Freedom, our own native home, *Tis the land, ’tis the land of the free! I mics thee so in our cottage home, | When the daylight cares are o’er, AsI sit and watch the stars come out, Where we’ve often sat before ; ) And I listen in vain for thy welcome step, Alas! it will come no more. I can not sing the songs we loved, I It would only bring me pain; | And I turn away when other lips | Breathe a well-remembered strain ; | The voice that mingled with mine so oft I may never hear again. O, I miss thee so, thrice lonely now Is the midnight of my way, And my sad heart longs for the cloudless dawn Of a bright, triumphant day, In a better land where from weeping eyes All tears shall be wiped away. ee The Old Farm-House. ot EE - P——© > [pierre O, the old farm-house, down beside the valle stream, Where in childhood so oft I have played, Ere sorrow had clouded my heart’s early dream, Or life’s purest joys had decayed ; How well I remember the vine-covered roof, And the rose-bushes clustering nigh, And the tall, stately poplar trees standing aloof, Whose tops seemed to reach to the sky. Oh! the old farm-house, my childhood’s happy home. a Q, the old farm-house, how I’ve sported round its hearth With my sisters and brothers so dear ; How oft has it rung with our innocent mirth, And hallowed our soft evening prayer ; But the old farm-house now is bowing to decay, Its stones like dead friends lie apart ; But its dear cherished image shall ne’er fade away From affection’s domain in my heart. Oh! the old farm-house, my childhood’s happy home. Blind Orphan Boy's Lament. m => ©

? + On the distant prairie, where the heather wild In its quiet beauty lived and smil’d, Stands a little cottage, and a creeping vine Loves around its porch to twine ; In that peaceful dwelling was a lovely child, With her blue eyes beaming, soft and mild, And the wavy ringlets of the flaxen hair, Floating in the summer air. CHORUS. Fair as a lily, joyous and free, Light of that prairie home was she. Every one who knew her, felt the gentle power, Of Rosalie the prairie flower. On the distant prairie, when the days were long, Tripping like a fairy, sweet her song, With the sunny blossoms and the birds at play, Beautiful and bright as they: , When the twilight shadows, gathered in the west, And the voice of nature sunk to rest, Like a cherub kneeling seemed the lovely child, With her gentle eyes so mild, But the summer faded, and a chilly blast O’er that happy cottage swept at last, When the autumn song birds woke the dewy morn, Little prairie flower was gone: For the angels whispered softly in her ear, *‘ Child thy father calls thee; stay not here ;” And they gently bore her, robed in spotless white, To their blissful home of light. D a Elie For School. > Morning comes with golden beams, Night has fled away; Up, my brothers, leave your dreams, Hie for schocl to-day. i Sisters, come join our song, : A song of merry glee, ' : i And as we ply our daily toil, \ We'll sing right merrily. Hie! for school, ho! for school, Come along with me; You 'll rarely find, go where you will, A happier band than we.” When the beams of light shall fade In the distant west, Then with joy well hie for home, And those who love us best! Fathers dear, mothers true, With loving words we’ll greet; Oh, how pleasant after school Around the board to meet. Hie! for school, ho! for school, Come along with me; .“* You rarely find, go where you will, A happier band than we.” Once again join the shout, All cur merry band —~ Blessings on our common schools, The glory of the land. Then around the fireside hearth, When the day is sped, Bless the teacher in our prayers, ‘ And then hie to bed. Hie! for school, ho! for school, Come along with me; *‘ You ll rarely find, go where you will, A happier band than we.” 39 Kansas Emigrant Song. > <4 + bo We’ve crossed the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the west, as they the east, The homestead of the free. Chorus.— The homestead of the free, my boys, The homestead of the free ; To make the west, as they the east, The homestead of the free We go to rear a wall of men On freedom’s southern line, And plant beside the cotton tree The rugged northern pine. Chorus.— The homestead of the free, &c. We’re flowing from our native hills, As our free rivers flow ; The blessing of our mother land Is on us as we go. Chorus.— The homestead of the free, &c. Ve go to plant her common schools On distant prairie swells, And give the Sabbath of the wild The music of her bells. Chorus.— The homestead of the free, &c. Upbearing like the ark of old, The Bible in our van, We go to test the truth of God Against the fraud of man. Chorus.— The homestead of the free, &e. y 1 40 i Cora Lee. *T' was a lovely day in early spring When birds were filled wit h glee, We stood in grief around the bed Of dying Cone Lee. CHORUS. Oh, Cora, sweet Cora, how happy is thy rest, For the angels have placed a crown upon thy brow And taught thee the songs of the blest. “T long to go,” she softly said, “ And ever happy be With Willie, who has gone before . Your dying Cora Lee. Chorus.— Oh, Cora, sweet Cora, &c. “ My lovely friends, oh, murmur not, Nor grieve, nor pine for me ; All will be w ell when angels call For dying Cora Lee.” Chorus.— Oh, Cora, sweet Cora, &c. ‘ At the close of day, when all is still, Oh! come on bended knee And meekly pray that you may rest With your poor Cora Lee.” Chorus.— Oh, Cora, sweet Cora, &c. “ Bright angels now are hovering near, Their fairy forms I see; Oh, farewell all, they’re cali ng now For your dying Cora Lee.” Chorus.— Oh, Cora, sweet Cora &c. * Oh! I’m Going Home. $e) 9 dt > *h! I’m going home to the old hearth stone, 1, Yhere warm hearts do greet me as homeward Icon ; The fetters are strong ’round the household throng Oo D) Aud I’ve wandered long; but I’m going, going, I’m go- ing home, So I’m going, going, going, going, I’m going home. nw . . Neath the ever-green hill by the gentle rill, y 5 . hat ever blessed pebbles, the old cot still Goes on to decay, as it did that day, ‘hen I wandered away ; but I’m going, going, &e, Soon, soon shall I press to my throbbing breast The friends I in childhood so fondly caressed My heart strings thrill, my eye-lids fill, For I love them still; O, ’m going, going, &c. Oh! would that my joy were free from alloy, Oh! would that no bodings my hopes could destroy ; But I shall soon know whether weal or woe etide where I go; for ’m going, going, &c. Kind strangers, adieu! with hearts ever true, As onward I go, I will still think of you ; And when loved ones I meet ’round the family seat, Our praise I'll repeat; for I’m going, going, I’m going home, : So I'm going, going, going, going, I'm going home. “Home, sweet, sweet home, There ’s no place like home. ~here’s no place like home.” D* Do They miss Me at Home. Do they miss me at home, do they miss me! *T would be an assurance most dear, To know that this moment some loved one, Were saying I wish he was here, To feel that the group at the fireside Were thinking of me as I roam, . Oh, yes, ’twould be joy beyond measure To know that they miss’d me at home, To know that they miss’d-me at home. When twilight approaches, the season That ever is sacred to song, Does some one repeat my name over, And sigh that I tarry so long! And is there a chord in the music That’s miss’d when my voice is away, And a chord in each heart that awaketh Regret at my wearisome stay, Regret at my wearisome stay. Do they sit me a chair near the table, When ev’ning’s home pleasures are nigh, When the candles are lit in the parlor, And the stars in the calm azure sky ? And when the “ good-nights” are repeated, And all lay them down to their sleep, Do they think of the absent, and waft me A whispered “ good-night”. while they weep, A whispered “ good-night” while they weep? Do they miss me at home —do they miss me At morning, at noon, or at night? . snd lingers one gloomy shade round them ; That only my presence ean light? : Are joys less invitingly welcome, And pleasures less hale than before, Because one is miss’d from the circle, Because I am with them no more, | Because I am with them no more? 3 Hom 41 Woande I’ve a Home in the Woods. cd 6-0-6 =< I’ve a home in the woods, the dark, green woods, Neath the shades of the old oak tree, Where the wild birds warble songs of praise, In tones so wild fy A lovely place is this home of mine, A quiet, a dear little ; pot, And over my casement the vine doth entwine, Like an an rel to watch o’er my cot. o 7 Ive a home in the wi ao a quiet place Ir 1 a green and a mossy dell, Wi a the flowers peep w vith enchantiz ig grace, [ love them so fond and well. Tig close to a merry, dancing brook Whose waters glide swee Whose music sounds in my ? along, rreenwood nook AS Sweet as a lalry &§ SOI I’ve a home in the woods, where I love to sit And muse at the twilight hour, To w: oe the last rays.of the setting sun Gild the scene with a golden shower. ori tore it, I love it, my wildwood home, } > "S - hax 'wh . Where every thing ’s joyous and free, While others for pleast ire the world o’er may roam, A home in the woods for me. Minnie Dear. ed 0 te 0 Minnie, dear, has left us, Bonnie, blithesome lass ; And gone to rest adown the vale, Beneath the springing grass. Always kind and gentle, We did love her well; How we miss her presence Words can never tell. Chorus.— Minnie dear, Minnie dear, Bonnie, winsome lass, Has gone to rest adown the vale, Beneath the springing grass. Minnie lov’d the blossoms In the fields so sweet ; And the breezes softly Came her cheek to greet. All about the wild wood, Ling’ring on her way, Did she lightly wander Every sunny day. Chorus.— Minnie dear, &c. Minnie left the blossoms Growing on the lea; For the angels loved her Better far, than me. Minnie dear, has left us, 3onnie, blithesome lass, And gone to rest adown the vale Beneath the springing grass. Chorus.— Minnie dear, &c. Graves of a Household. They grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee; Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night, O’er each fair sleeping brow ; She bad each folded flower in sight, Where are those dreamers now ? > west zs eta nots One midst the forest of th F T ne 1 [ t, ew By a dark stream is wT . ,* 1: The Indian knows ii -e of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep ; He was the loved of all, yet none O’er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are dress’d, Above the noble slain ; He wound his colors rout On a blood-re: And one — o’er | ier the myrtle showers Its leaves by soft winds fanned ; She faded ’midst Italian flowers, The last of that fair band. And parted thus, they rest, who played Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled, as they prayed Around one parent knee. They that*with smiles lit up the hail, And cheer'’d with song the hearth ~ Alas! for love, if thou art all, And naught beyond, O earth. 46 Row, Row. a> ©° Cm Row! row! homeward we steer, Twilight falls o’er us, Hark! hark! music is near, Friends glide before us, Song lightens our labor, Sing as onward we go; Keep cach with his neighbor Time as we flow. Chorus.— Row! row! homeward we ga, Twilight falls o’er us. Row! row! sing as we flow, Day flies before us, Row! row! sing as we go, Nature rejoices ; Hark! now the hills as we flow Echo our voices ; Still o’er the dark waters Far away we must roam, Ere Italy’s daughters Welcome us home, Chorus.— Row, row, &e Row! row! see in the west Lights dimly burning, Friends in yon harbor of rest Wait our returning ; See now they burn clearer,— Keep time with the oar; Now, now we are nearer * That happy shore. Chorus.— Row, row, &e. Home, home, daylight is o’et, Friends stand before us 3 Yet ere our boat touch the shere Once more the chorus. Chorus.— Row, row, ke. AT Come swell the strain, the proud retrain, The signs of noble deeds ; How true men brave cn ocean’s wave, Win fame’s most worthy meeds ! And high to-day, in grateful lay, "Mid music’s witching spells, Let every lip bless that good ship, Brave Crighton’s ship, Three Bells; Chorus,— Oh, the good ship, Three Bells! Oh, the good ship, Three Bells ! With her sturdy crew, And her captain true, That man the good Three Bellst When storms came down with blackest frown, And woke the ocean’s wrath; And one lost bark in tempest dark, Lay in the mad wind’s path, Heav’n pleased to prove her human love, In Albin bosom dwells, Turn’d to that wreck, that death-swept deck, Brave Crighton’s ship, Three Bells ; Chorus.— Oh, the good ship Three Bells, &c. They worked by day, they worked alway, As brave tars only do; , When from the wave they strive to save, A sinking vessel’s crew ; A shout rose high, “all saved!” they cry, Hark how the pxan swells! *Till earth’s far bound rings with the sound, ‘God bless the ship, Three Bells! ” Chorus.— Oh, the good ship Three Bells, &e. 48 Mable Clare. o>* Brighter than the hues of. morning, Oh! how beautiful and fair, Lovely as a moonlit evening, Was our darling Mable Clare. Cnorus.— Oh! Mabel is now with the blest, She died in her youth’s rosy bloom ; We laid her down in the grave to rest, And spread sweet flowers o’er the narrow tomb Of gentle Mable Clare. Happy smiles illumed each feature, Brow unclouded, free from care, What a dear, confiding creature Was our darling Mable Clare. Chorus.— Oh, Mable is now with the blest, &c. Graceful as a winged creature, Floating through the balmy air, Pure and spotless as a seraph, Was our darling Mable Clare. Chorus.— Oh, Mable is now with the blest, &c. What to me are all life’s pleasures, Allis sadness and despair, Without thee my soul’s dear treasure, My own darling Mable Clare. Chorus.— Oh, Mable is now with the blest, &c. Rest in peace then, till that morning ‘it Oe upon or raptured eyes ; Vhat a joyous, happy greeting When ae ood ies the skids Chorus.— Oh, Muble is now with the blest, &c. oon | 3a TH tet (Uhh CUCU TTD — md 49 Look Aloft. 24> bo > In the tempest of life, when the wave and the gale Are around and above, if thy footing should fail, If thine eye should grow dim, and thy caution depart, Look aloft, and be firm and confiding of heart. If the friend who embraced in prosperity’s low z L 7 o ’ With a smile for each joy, and a tear for each woe, Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are arrayed, , Look aloft to the friendship which never shall fade. Should the visions which hope spreads in light to thine eye, Like the tints of the rainbow the swifter to fly, Then turn, and through tears of repentant regret, Look aloft to the Sun that is never to set. Should they who are dearest — the son of thy heart, The wife of thy bosom in sorrow depart, Look aloft from the darkness and dust of the tomb, To the soil where affection is ever in bloom. And oh! when death comes, in his terrors to cast His fears on the future, his pall on the past, In the moment of darkness, with hype in thy heart, And a smile in thine eye, look alot. and depart. E Be Kind to Each Other. —~<4+< > Pe CC Be kind to each other, The night ’s coming on, When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone; Then ’midst our dejection, How sweet to have earned The blest recollection Of kindness returned. When day hath departed, And memory keeps ~ Her watch broken-hearted, Where all the lov’d sleep, Let falsehood assail not, Nor envy disprove, Let trifles prevail not Against those ye love. Nor change with to-morrow, Should fortune take wing — The deeper the sorrow, The closer the cling. Be kind to each other, The night ’s coming on, _ When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone, Where the Bright Waves are Dashing. ae ee eu Where the bright waves are dashing, And the wind cometh free, There thy white sail is flashing On the blue summer sea; Thy sweet carol ringing, So bird-like and so gay, Thy dark locks outflinging, To the merry breezes play. Is the gale rudely blowing,— Still thy heart feels no care; On its swift pinions going, Thy white sail is there ; Above the loud waves dashing Thy carol rises free, Thy dark eyes are flashing O’er the wild foamy sea, There’s a kind angel watching Thy bark on its way ; His white wings are over thee By night as by day ; Glide on thy way unfearing, No ill may come to thee ; There’s a kind angel watching O’er the wild, foamy sea. ‘Tis Home Where the Heart is. —_——_+_ 9--e —_—__—— ’Tis home where e’er the heart is, Where e’er its loved ones dwell, In cities, or in cottages, Throng’d haunts or mossy dell. | The heart ’s a rover ev er, | And thus on wave and wild, The maiden with her lover walks, The mother with her child. ’Tis bright where e’er the heart is, Its fairy spell can bring Fresh anes to the wi iiderness, And to the desert spring. Green isles are in the ocean, O’er which affection glides, A haven on e ach sunny shore, When love’s the sun that cuides. ’Tis free where e’er the heart is, Nor chains, nor dungeons dim, May check he mind’s as spiring thought, The e spirit’s pealing hymn. The heart gives life its beauty, Its glory and its power ; Tis sunlight to its rippling stream, And sott dew to its flowers. 53 Our Father Land We'll ever sing of our father land Where dwells a noble, noble band ; Columbia the name we love, E’er dear to us where’er we rove. CHORUS, Then sing we on in praise of that noble band whe freedom won In our own dear father land, In our own dear father land, who freedom wor In our own dear father land, No tyrant’s frown do we ever fear, In our free land to us so dear ; We laugh to scorn a kingly power, For none but slaves to such will cower. Chorus.— Then sing we on, &c, Then pledge ye round with a manly brow, To music’s clear, harmonious flow ; And firmer be the glorious stand We take for home and father land. Chorus,— Then sing we on, &c. May Providence ever bless our land, And still supply with plenteous hand ; Heaven watch and keep us in our might, And make us walk in paths aright. Chorus.— Then sing we on, &c, E* Gently Lord. o--—__—_——_ Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us Through this lonely vale of tears, Through the changes thou ’st decreed us, Till our last great change appears; Though temptation’s darts assail us Vhen in devious paths we stray, Let thy goodness never fail us, Lead us in thy perfect way. In the hour of pain and anguish, In the hour when death draws near, Suffer not our hearts to languish, Suffer not our souls to fear ; And when mortal life is ended, Bid us on thy bosom rest, Till by angel bands attended We awake among the blest. Unfurl the glorious banner, let it sway upon the breeze, The emblem of our country’s pride, on land, and on the seas; a? emblem of our liberty, borne proudly in the wars, 1¢ hope of every freeman, the gleaming stripes and stars. CHORUS. " ° ° ° “hen unfurl the glorious banner out upon the welcoming air, nt the record of the olden time upon its radiance there; f the battle it shall lead us, and our banner ever be beacon light to glory, and a guide to victory. The glorious band of patriots who gave the flag its birth, “4ve writ with steel in history, the record of its worth ; “Om east to west, from sea to sea, from pole to tropic sun, Will eyes grow bright, and hearts throb high at the name of Washington. Chorus.— Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. ! 9 . : th proudly should we bear it, and guard this flag of ours, ‘Orne bravely in its infancy amidst the darker hours; J 7 ? sly the brave may bear it, a guardian it shall be °r those who well have won the right to boast of liberty. Chorus.— Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. The meteor flag of seventy-six, long may it wave in pride, 9 tell the world how nobly the patriot fathers died ; When from the shadows of their night outburst the brilliant sun, bathed in light the stripes and stars, and lo! the field Was won, Chorus.— Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. Away, Away. eo Away, away, the morning freshly breaking, Shines o’er the deep our ling’ring steps to chide ; Aad light, with sport and song our labor making, We cheerily haste to stem the tide. Away, away, away, away, the morning freshly breaking, Away, away, away, away, the morning freshly breaking, Away, away, away, away, away, away. The gentle zephers o’er the waters playing, Invite our bark unto the foaming main ; Our willing hands, our cheerful hearts obeying, Unfurl her snowy sails again. Away, away, away, away, the morning freshly breaking, Away, away, away, away, the morning freshly breaking, Away, away, away, away, away, away. How Cheering the Thought. How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliss Will bow their bright wings to a world such as this ; Will leave the sweet joys of the mansions above, To breathe o’er our bosoms some miessage of love. They come — on the wings of the morning they come, Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home; Some pilgrim to snatch from this stormy abode, And lay him to rest in the arms of his Go# My Mother's Bible. > This book is all that’s left me now! Tears will unbidden start — With falt’ring lip, and throbbing brow, I press thee to my heart ; For many generations past, Here is our family tree ; My mother’s hand this Bible clasped, She, dying, gave it me. Ah! well do I remember those, Whose names these records bear, Who round the hearthstone used to close After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said, In tones my heart would thrill! ho’ they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still. My father read this holy book, To brothers, sisters dear ; How calm was my poor mother’s look, Who loved God’s word to hear; Her angel face —I see it yet! What thronging mem’ries come! Again that little group is met Within the halls of home. ‘hou truest friend man ever knew, Thy constancy I’ve tried ; Where all were false, I found thee trne, My counselor and guide ; the mines of earth no treasure give That could this volume buy : In teaching me the way to live, It taught me how to die. The Old Folks we Loved Long Ago aw a oun —> oo Battling with life, ’*Mid care and strife, The daily toils in hope I undergo ; Yet mein’ry will wander, Fonder, O, fonder, To the dear old folks I loved long ago. Long years have gone Since in the morn Of life I heard the river’s gentle flow ; And oft mem’ry lingers, As paint time’s fingers, The dear old folks I loved long ago. Dell, hill, and tree, Flower, bird, and bee, All as of yore, make music sweet and low, And, though on earth riven, I hope to meet in heaven The dear old folks I loved long ago. Then up, my soul, Strive for the goal, O, linger not to weep and wail in woe ; For far in yon azure blue Methinks I yet may know The dear old folks I loved long ago. ong 59 GENTLE ANNIE. <—— Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie, Like a flower thy spirit did depart; ou art gone, alas, like the many, That have bloomed in the summer of my hear‘ CHORUS, Bhall we never more behold thee, ever hear thy winning voice again, hen the spring-time comes, gentle Annie, When the wild-flowers are scattered o’er the plain We have roamed and loved ’mid the bowers, _ When thy downy cheeks were in bloom, Ow I stand alone ’mid the flowers, While they mingle their perfumes o’ er thy tomb Cuorus.— Shall we never more, &c. Ah, the hours grow sad while I ponder, Near the silent spot where thou art laid, d my heart bows down when I wander, Y the streams and meadows where we stray d Crcrus.— Shall we never more, &c. The Maiden’s Prayer. + 4a > 2 She knelt her down so meekly, Believing none were nigh, Clasped her little hands so sweetly And then with upturned eye, Said, “ Father, please to bless me Through all the long, long day, And keep me all so safely Till I come again to pray.” She simply asked forgiveness, For evil she had done, Then said, “I am forgiven Through Christ, God’s own dear Son.” - She prayed for loved ones near her, For friends both far and wide, Said, “I want Thee, God, to bless them, And all the world beside. 61 The Miller of the Dee. There dwelt a miller hale and bold Beside the river Dee ; He worked and sang from morn to night, No lark more blithe than he; And this, the burden of his song, Forever used to be, “T envy nobody, no, not I, And nobody envies me.” “Thou ’rt wrong, my friend,” said old king Hal, “Thou ’rt wrong os wrong can be; For could my he art be light as thi ne, I’d gladly change en thee ; And tell me now what makes thee sing With voice so loud and free, While I am sad, though I am king Beside the river Dee.” The miller smiled, and doffed his cap, *T earn my bread,” quoth he; “*T love my wife, [ love my friends, I love my children three ; I owe no penny I can not pay, I thank the river Dee, Th at turns the mill, that grinds the corn To feed my babes and me. “Good friend,” said Hal, and sighed the while, ‘“‘ Farewell, and happy be; But say no more, if thou dst be true, That no one envies thee ; Thy mealy cap is worth my crown, ; Thy mill my kingdom’s fee, : Such men as thou are England's boast, ; O, miller of the Dee.” 1 i Some Folks. _—_—_—_————ee + 3° —< +> Some folks like to sigh, Some folks do, some folks do; Some folks like to die, But that’s not me nor you. Chorus.— Long live the merry, merry heart That laughs by night and day ; Like the queen of mirth — No matter what some folks say Some folks fear to smile, Some folks do, some folks do ; Other folks laugh through guile, But that’s not me nor you. Chorus.— Long live, &c. Some folks fret and scold Some folks do, some folks do; They “ll soon be dead and cold, But that’s not me nor you. Chorus.— Long live, &c. Some folks get gray hairs, Some folks do, some folks do, Brooding o’er their cares, But that’s not me nor you. Chorus.— Long live, &c. Some folks toil and save, Some folks do, some folks do, To buy themselves a grave, But that’s not me nor you. Chorus,— Long live, &c. Oh! Scorn Not Thy Brother. rt Oh! scorn not thy brother, ; _ Though poor he may be; He’s bound to another, ny A bright world with thee ; Should sorrow assail him, Give heed to his sighs, Should strength ever fail him, Oh! help him to rise. The pathway we’re roaming, ’Mid flow’rets may lie, But soon will life’s glooming Come dark’ning our sky ; Then seek not to smother Kind feelings in thee — Oh! scorn not thy brother, Though poor he may be. Go cheer those who languish Their dead hopes among, In whose hearts stern anguish Their harps have unstrung ; They may soon in another Bright land roam with thee, . Then scorn not thy brother, Though poor he may be. What other Name than Thine, Mother. <~G >. Ooe What other name than thine, mother, What other name than thine Can bring to hearts bowed down, mother, A balm so like divine ? Chorus.— "Tis like a beam of light, mother, Our darksome way to cheer, Dispelling gloom of night, mother, And bringing gladness here. What other voi¢e than thine, mother, What other voice than thine Can waft a magic spell, mother, O’er sorrow’s tearful shrine ? Chorus.— "Tis like a beam of light, &c. Thou ’rt with us yet, but oh! mother, How long ere setting sun, Shall shroud in gloom and night, mother, A day so bright at noon ? Chorus.— At morning when we kneel, mother, Ascends an earnest plea ; At evening’s holy calm, mother, A prayer ascends for thee, Dost think that we neglect, mother, To prize thy dearest name ? Thou knowest not how warm, mother, Is fire without a flame. Chorus.— At morning when we kneel, &c poets ane 65 ‘ The School I Attend. etl + 1 Po There's a great deal of pleasure in the’ school I attend, And I do love to go, love to go; With pleasure our lessons are all made to blend, And we learn what we all ought to know. Chorus,— Then lay down the marble and the ball, Hang on the satchel, then you know There ’s no more pleasure this morning at all, We'll go where the good scholars go. With the swearer, the idler, the truant from school, I desire not to go, not to go; T ey are certain to do what they ought not to do, And to learn what they ought not to know. Chorus,— Then lay down the marble and the ball, &e. There are millions of children with no school at all, That would so love to go, love to go; heir Sabbaths are spent with the marble and ball, They have no means their duty to know. Chorus,— Then lay down the marble and the ball, &e i Then let us be grateful that we are so blest, And to school let us go, let us go; €t us try hard to do what we all ought to do, And to learn what we all ought to know. Chorus,— Then lay down the marble and the ball, &e. W* Heather. Dale. In a peaceful little valley, Where the violets grow, There I used to wander daily, Watching at the brooklet’s flow; Not a spot I loved so dearly As this fragrant vale, And I never shall forget it, Lovely little Heather Dale! Yhorus.— Oh, how I always loved to, With my sister Nell, Roam in days of youthful pleasure In that little Heather Dale. There I’ve heard the little songsters Sing their songs of glee, Skipping from the waving tree-tops, *T was a lovely sight to me; Fragrance from the little flowers Filled each gentle gale, As they in their course came playing Through the little Heather Dale. Chorus.— Oh, how I always loved to, &c. Now those childhood’s days have fleeted, And no more IJ’ll roam, In that quict little valley Near my old sequestered home; But I always shall remember Where I used to trail, Through that lone and silent valley, My own little Heather Dale. Chorus.— Oh, how I always loved to, &. The Litt] inter a he dal u ié Blacksmith. $$$ +0 We heard his hammer all day long On the anvil ring, aud ring, But he always came when the sun went down, To sit on the gate and sing ; His little hands so hard and | brown Cross’d idly on his knee, And straw-hut lopping over cheeks As red as they could be. Chorus.— The hammer’s stroke on the anvil, filled {is heart with a happy ring, And that was why, when the sun went down, He came to the gate to sing His blue and faded jacket, trimm’d With signs of work, his feet All bare and fair upon the grass, 1? il He made a picture sweet. For still his shoes, with iron shod, On the smithy all he hung, 16 sun went down, And sat on the gate and sung. Chorus.— The hammer’s stroke on the anvil, filled, Ac. } As forth he came, when thi The whistling rustic tending cows, Wo iid I ke ep in pastures near, And half the busy villagers Lean from their doors to hear. And from the time the robin came And made the hedges bright, Until the stubble yellow grew, He never missed a night. Chorus.— The hammer’s stroke on the anvil, filled, &c. The Hills of New England, —_———t + + 4 41 > The hills of New England, how proudly they rise, In the wildness of grandeur to blend with the skies, With their far azure outline, and tall, ancient trees, New England, my country, I love thee for these. The vales of New England, that cradle her streams And smile in their beauty like land in our dreams ; All sunny with beauty, emblossomed in ease, New England, my country, I love thee for these. The woods of New England, still verdant and high, Though rocked by the tempest of ages gone by ; Romance dims their arches, and speaks in the breeze, New England, my country, I love the for these. The streams of New England, that roar as they go, Or seem in their wildness but dreaming to flow ; O! bright gilds the sunbeam their march to the sea, New England, my country, I love thee for these. The homes of New England, free, fortuned, and fair ; O, many a heart treasures its seraphim there, Ven more than thy mountains or streamlets they please New England, my country, I love thee for these. God shicld thee, New England, dear land of my birth, And thy children that wander.afar on the earth, Thou still art my country, where’er I am cast; Take thou to thy bosom my ashes at last. _| Oh! The Sea, The Sea. —~<4< +> + Oh, the sea, the sea, hath a charm for me As I list to its changeless roar, And Id rather sail at the sound of the gale t Than wander the green earth o’er. And oft as I gaze on future days, © I pray that my lot may be In the future cast as has been the past, On the breast of the heaving sea. Chorus,— The sea, the sea, the wide and free, The home of the stout and brave, Is the happiest place of all to me — Then hurra for the sparkling wave. For ’tis joy to rise on the billowy tide, And watch the bounding spray, As the tinted clouds that the sky enshrouds Herald the rising day ; And with rapture I gaze on the sun’s first rays Gilding the sparkling wave, As with azure and gold of beauty untold Old ocean’s brow they lave. Chorus.—The sea, the sea, &c. And at’setting sun when the day is done, To watch in the far-off west, The amber and blue form a glorious hue, Like halo that falls o’er the blest ; And dream, as I gaze, of the olden days, Of joy and lightsome mirth, Ere far away I was lured to stray From my childhood’s happy hearth. Chorus.— The sea, the sea, &c. And often I hear when the tempest ’s near, The voice of the angry wave, ; As with wailing scorn it points to the bourne, ; Where the sai!or must find a grave; ; Yet I never fear when its voice I hear, ; For ’tis sweeter far to me ; To sink to rest on the ocean’s breast, Than be laid "neath the greenwood tree. Chorus.— The sea, the sea, &c. reece All’s For The est. ++ > Poe All’s for the best! be sanguine and cheerful ; Trouble and sorrow are freinds in disguise, Nothing but folly goes faithless and fearing, Courage for ever! is happy and wise. All’s for the best! ifa man would but know it, Providence wishes that all may be blest, This is no dream of the pundit or poet, Fact is not fancy, and all’s for the best! Chorus.— All’s for the best! All’s for the best! Fact is not fancy, and all’s for the best. All’s for the best! set this on your standard, Soldier of sadness, or pilgrim of love, Who to the shores of despair may have wander’d 4 A way-wearied swallow, or heart-stricken dove. x | : All’s for the best! be a man, but confiding, Providence tenderly governs the rest, . And the frail bark of his creature is guiding Wisely and warily, all’s for the best! Chorus.— All’s for the best, &c. All’s for the best! dispel idle terrors, Meet all your fears and your foes in the van, And in the midst of your dangers and errors, . Trust like a child, and strive like a man. . All’s for the best! unfailing, unbounded, | Providence wishes that all may be blest, HA . And both by wisdom and mercy surrounded, , F| Hope and be happy, then all’s for the best ! i Chorus.— All’s for the best! All’s for the best! it Hope and be happy, then all’s for the best 71 We Stand Here United. We stand here united in courage and will, The cause of the right to maintain ; With hearts true and constant, whatever may come, We firm as the rocks will remain. Chorus.— For the right, for the right, Here determined we stand, ‘ So pledge we the word, So join we the hand, So pledge we the word, So join we the hand. Nor fearing nor doubting shall enter the bana, No question of evil report ; ‘he nations, and people of every land, To us be united in heart. Chorus.— For the right, &c. - lhen stand here united in courage and will, The cause of the right to maintain ; With hearts true and constant, whatever may come, We firm as the rocks will remain. Chorus.— For the right, &c. Our Father in Heaven. oS Our Father in heaven, we hallow Thy name, May Thy kingdom holy on earth be the same ; oe ! give to us daily our portion of bread, °r it is from Thy bounty that all must be fed. Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know at humble compassion which pardons each foe ; ep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, nd Thine be the glory forever — + sen. Twenty Years Ago. i have wandered by the village, Tom—lI’ve sat beneath the tree, Upon the school-house playing-ground which sheltered you and me But none are left to greet me, Tom, and few ure left to know, Chat played with us upon the green just Twenty Years Ago. The grass is just as green, dear Tom, bare-footed boys at play Argsporting just as we were then, with spirits just as gay, Fut master sleeps upon the hill, all coated o’er with snow, That afforded us a sliding-place just Twenty Years Ago. The old school-house is altered some, the benches are replaced By new ones, very like the same our penknives had defaced; But the same old bricks are in the wall, the bell swings to and fro, The music just the same, dear Tom, ’twas Twenty Years Ago. The boys are playing some old game, beneath that same old tree, 4 I do forget the name just now — you have played the same with me; Qn that same spot ’twas played with knives, by throwing so and so, The leaders had a task to do there Twenty Years Ago. The riveris running just as still—the willows on its side Are larger than they were, dear Tom, the stream appears less wide}; [he grape-vine swing is ruined now, where once we played the beau, And swung our sweethearts, pretty girls, just Twenty Years Ago. The spring that bubbled ’neath the hill, close by the spreading beach, Is very high —’twas once so low that we could almost reach; 3ut in kneeling down to geta drink, dear Tom, I started so, To see how sadly I am changed since Twenty Years Ago. Down by the spring upon an elm you know I cut your name — Your sweetheart is just beneath it Tom— and you @d mine the same, Some heartless wretch has peeled the bark —’twas dying sure but slow, Just asthe one whose name you cut did Twenty Years Ago. My lids have long been dry, dear Tom, but tears come in my eyes, 1 thought of her I loved so well — those early broken ties; I visited the old church-yard, and took some flowers to strew Upon the graves of those we loved some Twenty Years Ago. - Some are in the church-yard laid, some sleep beneath the sea, But few are left of our old class, excepting you and me; But when our time shall come, dear Tom, and we are called to go I hope they’ll lay us where we played just Twenty Years Ago. ae IRWIN P. 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