Mount up, O thou Eagle! and rend, in thy flight, The war-cloud that hides our broad banner from sight! Guard, guard it from danger, though war-rent and worn, And see that no star from its azure is torn! Keep thy breast to the storm, and thine eye on the sun, Till, true to our motto, THE MANY ARE ONE! Till the red rage of war with its tumult shall cease, And the dove shall return with the olive of peace. CHORUS. The Eagle of Freedom, in danger and night, Keeps watch o’er our flag from his star-lighted height. From mountain and valley, from hill-side and sea, Three cheers for the Eagle, the Bird of the Free! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for the Eagle, the Bird of the Free! O, sons of the mighty, the true, and the brave! The souls of your heroes rest not in the grave: The holy libation to Liberty poured, Hath streamed, not in vain, from the blood-crimsoned sword. Henceforth, with your Star-Spangled Banner unfurled, Your might shall be felt to the ends of the world, And rising Republics, like nebulæ, gleam, Wherever the stars of your nation shall beam. CHORUS. The Eagle of Freedom, sublime in his flight, Shall rest on your banner, encircled with light; And then shall the chorus, in unison be, Three cheers for the Eagle, the Bird of the Free! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for the Eagle, the Bird of the Free! MISTRESS GLENARE. BY “MARIAN.” A virtuous woman is Mistress Glenare-- Or, at least, so the world in its judgment would say;-- With an orderly walk and a circumspect air, She never departs from the popular way. Every word that she speaks is well measured and weighed; Her friends are selected with scrupulous care; And in all that she does is her prudence displayed, For a virtuous woman is Mistress Glenare! Her youth has departed, and with it has fled The impulse which gives to the blood a new start, Which oftentimes turns from the reasoning head, To trust to the wisdom of God in the heart. Thus the robes of her purity never are stained, And her feet are withheld from the pitfall and snare; Where nothing is ventured, there nothing is gained: O, a virtuous woman is Mistress Glenare! She makes no distinction of sinners from sin; Her words are like arrows, her tongue is a rod; She sees no excuse for the evil within, But condemns with the zeal of a partialist God! On a background of darkness, of sorrow and shame, Her own reputation looks stainless and fair; So she builds up her fame, through her neighbors’ bad name: O, a virtuous woman is Mistress Glenare!