And where are ye to-day? I call:--the hills reply again That ye have passed away; That on old Bunker's lonely height, In Trenton, and in Monmouth ground, The grass grows green, the harvest bright, Above each soldier's mound. The bugle's wild and warlike blast Shall muster them no more; An army now might thunder past, And they not heed its roar. The starry flag 'neath which they fought, In many a bloody day, From their old graves shall rouse them not; For they have passed away. I. M'Lellan. CCXXII. NEVER GIVE UP. Never give up! it is wiser and better Always to hope, than once to despair;-- Fling off the load of doubt's cankering fetters, And break the dark spell of tyrannical care. Never give up, or the burden may sink you,-- Providence kindly has mingled the cup; And in all trials and troubles bethink you, The watchword of life must be, "Never give up!" Never give up; there are chances and changes, Helping the hopeful, a hundred to one, And through the chaos, High wisdom arranges Ever success, if you'll only hold on. Never give up; for the wisest is boldest, Knowing that Providence mingles the cup, And of all maxims, the best, as the oldest, Is the stern watchword of "Never give up!" Never give up, though the grape-shot may rattle, Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst; Stand like a rock, and the storm or the battle Little shall harm you, though doing their worst. Never give up; if adversity presses, Providence wisely has mingled the cup; And the best counsel in all your distresses Is the brave watchword of "Never give up!" Anonymous. CCXXIII. MARCO BOZZARIS.