Fare Thee Well, O Love Of Woman!

Fare thee well, O Love of Woman! Lip of Beauty, fare thee well! Thy soft heart, divinely human, Holds me by a magic spell. All that grieves me now to perish Is the loss of one bright eye, And I still the vision cherish While I lay me down to die.

At my headstone, kindly kneeling, May I beg a votive tear? Woman, with her pure appealing, Is my angel at the bier. Let me have but one such linger, Praying Christ to help and save, Let me have but one dear finger Place a chaplet on my grave.

Though the soldier dies in dying, The true lover never dies; Upward, from his embers flying, He transfigures in the skies. Heaven is rare, but Love is rarer, Whether it be blest or crost; Heaven blooms fair, but Love blooms fairer, But, O God, at what a cost!

Fare thee well, O Love of Woman! Lip of Beauty, fare thee well! Thy soft heart, divinely human, Holds me by a magic spell. All that grieves me now to perish Is the loss of one bright eye, And I still the vision cherish While I lay me down to die.

EVER TO BE.

Ever to be Land of the free, Hold up your banner of light to the eye, High! High! Let its folds fly, Blessing the earth and rejoicing the sky.

Ever to be Flag of the free, Long as the earth shows the sight of a slave, Wave! Wave! Mighty to save, Fronting the fight in the eye of the brave.

Ever to be Light of the free, Lashed to the palm tree or nailed to the pine, Shine! Shine! Liberty's sign, Lighting the human to find the Divine.

JOCK AND JEAN.

JOCK.

O'er the deep wi' me, lassie, Will you, will you? Sail the sounding sea, lassie, Will you, will you? Where the Sacramento flows, 'Twixt the peaks of sifted snows, Past the fadeless Southron rose, Sweeter than the heather-blows, Lassie, lassie?

JEAN.

O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie, Will I, will I, Sail the sounding sea, laddie, Will I, will I, Whether rivers fail or flow, Whether roses blanch or blow, Where thou goest, I will go, As your loving Jean, my Jo, Laddie, laddie!

JOCK.

O'er the deep wi' me, lassie, Will you, will you? Sail the sounding sea, lassie, Will you, will you? Where the mountains, crowned with pine, Dipping to the western brine, Shade, with everlasting vine, Golden grape and countless kine, Lassie, lassie?

JEAN.

O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie, Will I, will I, Sail the sounding sea, laddie, Will I, will I, Whether mountains dip or bear Heavenward through our future air, Princely feast or peasant fare, What thou darest, I will dare, Laddie, laddie!

JOCK.

O'er the deep wi' me, lassie, Will you, will you? Sail the sounding sea, lassie, Will you, will you? Where the lambies, on the braes, Gambol in the golden haze, And the solar disc delays Heaven throughout the happy days, Lassie, lassie?

JEAN.

O'er the deep wi' thee, laddie, Will I, will I, Sail the sounding sea, laddie, Will I, will I, Wheresoe'er thy feet delay, Drenched in rain or golden spray, To the end of life's long day, I will love thee as I say, Laddie, laddie!

JOCK AND JEAN.

O'er the deep wi' thee, dearie, Will I, will I, Sail the sounding sea, dearie, Will I, will I, 'Neath the starred or starless sky, Heaven is where the heart beats high, With a love that cannot die; So we wander, you and I, Dearie, dearie!

THE FLAG OF BROTHERS.

There is blood upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free, There is blood upon our Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me, And, like the blood of Abel, it crieth from the sod, And it crieth unto God throughout the Morning.

There's a blot upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free, There's a blot upon our Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me, And, like the soul of Samuel, it riseth from the clod, And it crieth unto God throughout the Nooning.

There's a curse upon the Banner, the Banner of the Free, There's a curse upon our Banner, and it lies 'twixt you and me, And, like the curse of Cain, it scars our brows with pain, And it sears a Brother's brain throughout the E'ening.

May the Lord now bleach this Banner, the Banner of the Free, And keep that Banner floating as a pledge 'twixt you and me, And, like the eyes of Noah, as the Flood of Blood flies from us, May we see the Bow of Promise in the Morning.

Our Banner, then, unsullied, this Banner of the Free, Will be a Brother's Banner, held up by you and me, And, like a Christian people, as example unto others, We will wave the Flag of Brothers on that Morning.