The masque of the muses . s men! Underneath the bright new banner. As the rainbow fair,Fife and drum, and columns tramping March from Court-house Square. no THE MASQUE OF THE MUSES. Husbands, fathers, sons and brothers Marshalled to a man !And, as in the days of muster, There is Africs Tan. Comes the muffled battles thunder Rolling up from the fitful lightning flashes Show where storms the are plowed with shares of earthquakes. Gorged with hasty graves,And a pall falls over hearthstones — But the old flag waves. Wake ! The ruddy day is dawning Cloudless now as whenRosy flu
The masque of the muses . s men! Underneath the bright new banner. As the rainbow fair,Fife and drum, and columns tramping March from Court-house Square. no THE MASQUE OF THE MUSES. Husbands, fathers, sons and brothers Marshalled to a man !And, as in the days of muster, There is Africs Tan. Comes the muffled battles thunder Rolling up from the fitful lightning flashes Show where storms the are plowed with shares of earthquakes. Gorged with hasty graves,And a pall falls over hearthstones — But the old flag waves. Wake ! The ruddy day is dawning Cloudless now as whenRosy flush aroused to muster Baldwin and his a storm-rent banner. Borne through many a fray,Tramp the thinned ranks home to glory. This is muster day. Maids and matrons from their windows Bend and count the cost;Peace is won, but eyes are straining, Looking for their lost. SONGS AND BALLADS. Ill Still the skyey, radiant standard, As a rainbow fair,Shines above the war-scarred veterans Home, in Court-house MISCELLANEOUS. OUR MARY.
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