Complete poems of ColJohn AJoyce ... . n duty. A million years can not efface The record of the good,Nor blot from earth the Jewish race - Our ancient brotherhood. Across the seas we grasp a handThat reaches down the ages; Still pointing to the promised landWith all its golden pages. A life of love and deeds subUmeShall live in song and story. And stand the test of tide and timeAdown the aisles of glory. For Montefiore and his lineWe 11 make the welkin ring. And drink his health in living wine -Loves monarch, prince, and king. 163 THE WASHINGTON GIEL. I m a Washington Girl,And I live in a -whi
Complete poems of ColJohn AJoyce ... . n duty. A million years can not efface The record of the good,Nor blot from earth the Jewish race - Our ancient brotherhood. Across the seas we grasp a handThat reaches down the ages; Still pointing to the promised landWith all its golden pages. A life of love and deeds subUmeShall live in song and story. And stand the test of tide and timeAdown the aisles of glory. For Montefiore and his lineWe 11 make the welkin ring. And drink his health in living wine -Loves monarch, prince, and king. 163 THE WASHINGTON GIEL. I m a Washington Girl,And I live in a -whirl Of beauty and banter and ease;With a love for mankind,And a magical mind, I study to praise and to please. I m a Washington Girl,With an auburn curl, And the light from the flash of my eyesIs as true as the starsThat sparkle round Mars, And as bright as the tropical skies. I m a Washington Girl,And I live in a whirl Where the palms and the roses entwine,And one twist of my fanCan call any man To laugh and to love oer the wine 1 164. Tlie WashwgUm Girl MY OLD FLAG. [To the 24th Kentucky V. I., TJ. S. A.] How you call me back and again renewThe marches and battles of Sixty-two ;When your broad stripes fluttered so bright and freeFrom Shiloh Church to the murmuring sea! That Sabbath morning I remember well,When bold Johnstons boys, with their rebel yell,Rushed on our ranks like the stormy wavesAnd swept your defenders to bloody graves. You rose and fell in the front of the fight,While Sherman held every foot on the fought with his men in the wildest gleeOn the banks of the tearing Tennessee. But the sun went down on your shattered staff,And your silken scars, like a maidens laugh,Still fluttered defiance so loud and freeFor a Nation, Kentuck, and Old Tennessee. Brave Buell came up, with his loyal band,In the morning mist through that swampy land,And rushed on the foe at the dawn of day —With the loyal blue oer the rebel gray. The sunset beams on that April dayBrough
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