Float in the winds of heaven, O tattered Flag! Emblem of hope to all the misruled world: Thy field of golden stars is rent and red Dyed in the blood of brothers madly spilled...
The nation calls aloud again, For Freedom wounded writhes in pain. Gird on your armor, Northern men; Drop scythe and sickle, square and pen; A million bayonets gleam and flash;...
Silence is the voice of mighty things. In silence dropped the acorn in the rain; In silence slept till sun-touched. Wondrous life Peeped from the mold and oped its eyes on morn....
Spirit of Liberty, Wake in the Land! Sons of our Forefathers, Raise the strong hand! Burn in each heart anew Liberty's fires; Wave the old Flag again, Flag of our sires;...
"Why this fever why this sighing? Why this restless longing dying For a something dreamy something, Undefined, and yet defying All the pride and power of manhood? ...
Dead? or is it a dream Only the voice of a dream? Dead in the prime of his years, And laid in the lap of the dust; Only a handful of ashes Moldering down into dust.
Good morning good morning a happy new year! We greet you, kind friends of the old Pioneer; Hope your coffee is good and your steak is well done, And you're happy as clams in the sand and the sun....
Call me not back, O cold and crafty world: I scorn your thankless thanks and hollow praise. Wiser than seer or scientist content To tread no paths beyond these bleating hills,...
"We've had a brush," the Captain said, "And Rebel blood we've spilled; We came off victors with the loss Of only a private killed." "Ah," said the orderly "it was hot," Then he breathed a heavy breath...
Old Deutchland's the country for sauerkraut and beer, Old England's the land of roast beef and good cheer, Auld Scotland's the mother of gristle and grit, But Ireland, my boy, is the mother of wit....
Once Satan and a monk went on a "drunk," And Satan struck a bargain with the monk, Whereby the Devil's crew was much increased By penceless poor and now and then a priest...
I am growing old and weary Ere yet my locks are gray; Before me lies eternity, Behind me but a day. How fast the years are vanishing! They melt like April snow: It seems to me but yesterday...
When madly raged religious war O'er all the Magyar land And royal archer and hussar Met foemen hand to hand, A princess fair in castle strong The royal troops defied...
'Tis the moon of the sere, falling leaves. From the heads of the maples the west-wind Plucks the red-and-gold plumage and grieves on the meads for the rose and the lily;...