’Tis a cause--’tis a cause that makes heroes of all; For the Union, the Union to conquer or fall! ’Tis the cause of mankind, ’tis the cause of the world, That our swords are unsheathed for, our banners unfurled! And the heart of the vassal on Muscovite plains, And the soul of the Polander, weary of chains, And the pulse of the Magyar, the brain of the Greek, Will respond with the hopes that their lips dare not speak. To the field! etc. 10 The Flag and the Union. AIR--_Bay of Biscay, O!_ Loud roared Disunion’s thunder, And Treason’s fires burned red; Our nation, rent asunder, Beheld the tempest dread; From Sumter’s blazing spars, Our glorious flag of stars, Torn away, Prostrate lay, Under sway of Rebels, O! But upward rose our Nation, Aroused by war’s alarms; With one loud declaration The people sprung to arms-- “Our Flag,” they cried, “shall wave! Our Union we will save! Clear the way, For the fray! We’ll repay these Rebels, O!” “Our course by heaven is guided-- Its goal yet shines afar-- Our Union undivided-- Our flag with every star! From Rio Grande’s shore, To ice-bound Labrador, Land and sea Shall be free From the sway of Rebels, O!” 11 Draw the Sword, Northland. AIR--_Draw the Sword, Scotland._ Draw the sword, Northland! Northland! Northland! Too long have we parleyed with insolent foes; Arise for the Union, Union, Union! Even as for freedom our fathers arose! From valleys and mountains, clustering, clustering, From forest and prairie, and shores of the sea; For Freedom’s great battle-field mustering, mustering, Beneath the star-banner, the Flag of the Free! Draw the sword, Northland! Northland! Northland! Charge on Rebellion and all its dark powers; Strike for the Union, Union, Union! He who holds back is no comrade of ours! Sheathe the sword, Northland! Northland! Northland! Only when Rebels no longer contend-- Only when Union, Union, Union! Shall weld a new bond that no Treason can rend! When the dread struggle is over, over, And Liberty’s duty is fairly done, We will offer our hands to the vanquished, vanquished, And bid them be once more the Many in One! Sheathe the sword, Northland! Northland! Northland! Only when Treason no longer lowers! Only when Union, Union, Union! For all the great Future, is ours, still ours! 12 The Great Union Club. BY ROBERT M. HART. AIR--_Villikins and Dinah._