But hold—I rave— I know, I know—no matter, so would you.— But find your soul’s ideal, and you would find, If common-sense be reason, you would rave, Till you forgot that common-sense could be— Though I forget it not. My tale is told. Why talk I more? I know one household now All radiant through its mistress! Where she dwells A sweet content pervades the very air, And genial sympathy smiles on to make Each whole long year one summer of delight. PATRIOTIC. AMERICA, OUR HOME. Sung, to music composed by the author, at the anniversary of the battle of Concord, at Concord, Mass., 1898. This land of ours, we love it. ’Tis Freedom’s own, where reign No tyrants throned above it O’er serfs that wear their chain; Where birth and wealth to worth give way, And none in camp or court have sway, Except as all ordain. CHORUS: O Land that leaves the true man free For all the soul would do or be, Thank Heaven for life that gave us thee, America, our home! Kind homes are ours that wake us To life whose morn is bright. Free schools are ours that make us Believe in truth and right. Our churches all are churches taught That conscience guides the wisest thought, And love wins more than might. CHORUS: O Land that leaves, etc. We love the rule that trains us To duty, self-control’d, And honor’d toil that gains us What order helps us hold; Where never, save for threaten’d right, Our starry flags, like stars at night, O’er war’s dark storms unfold. CHORUS: O Land that leaves, etc. We love the life that bears us Toward all that seers can see, And, led by hope, prepares us The whole world’s hope to be, When, in the day that war shall cease, Our GOLDEN RULE shall keep the peace, And all mankind be free. CHORUS: O Land that leaves, etc. HAIL THE FLAG. Sung, to the music of “Marching through Georgia,” at the anniversary of the National Society of the Children of the American Revolution, held in Columbia Theatre, Washington, D. C., Feb. 22, 1899. Hail, all hail, the flag above us. Oh, how oft, to right Wrong that war alone could end, that flag has led the fight, Streaming on with fire and shot till, through the smoke, the light Burst on the victory of freedom! CHORUS: Hurrah! Hurrah! beneath the flag to be! Hurrah! Hurrah! its loyal wards are we! Where the STARS AND STRIPES are flying over land or sea, Under the flag there is freedom. Hail, all hail, the flag above us. Peace is in each hue; Storms are signal’d not by stars, or skies red, white, or blue; Peace is in it e’en in war, for, when the war is through, That which has won then is freedom. CHORUS: Hurrah! Hurrah! etc.