War Song.
by Hon. Alex. B. Meek.
‘ Would'nt then have me love thee, dearest,
With a woman's proudest heart.
Which shall ever bold thee hearest.
Shrined in its inmost heart?
Listen, then! My country's calling
On her sons to most the foe!
Leave these groves of love and myrtle;
Drool thy dreamy harp of love!
Like young Korner — scorn the turtle,
When the eagle screams above!
Dost thou pause? Let do acts dally--
Do thou forthy country fight!
Neath her noble emblem rally--
‘"God, our country, and her rigid!"’
Listen, now her trionpet's calling
On her sons to meet the foe!
Woman's heart I soft and tender,
But is proud and faithful too;
Shall she be her land's defender?
Lover! soldier! up and do!
Seize thy father's ancient falchion,
Which once flashed as freedom's star!
Till sweet peace — the bow and halcyon--
Stilled the stormy strife of war.
Listen! now thy country's calling
On her sons to meet the foe!
Sweet is love in moonlight bowers!
Sweet is the altar and the flame!
Sweet is springtime, with her flowers!
Sweeter far the patriot's name!
Should the God who smiles above thee
Doom thee to a soldier's grave,
Hearts will break, but fame will love thee,
Canonized among the brave!
Listen, then! thy country's calling
On her sons to meet the foe!
Ritter would I view the lying
On the last red field of life,
'Mid thy country's' eroes dying,
Than to be a dastard's wife!
’
