These the Powers that must contend To the dark and bitter end. Look upon the Nation's dead! Lo, the blood of martyrs shed! Dying that our Country may Know her Resurrection day! What shall be the Traitor's gain? Endless scorn, undying pain. Ever o'er the giant wrong Sings the Right her triumph song. Yes, as sure as God doth reign Right the mastery shall obtain! Over all these beauteous lands These two Brothers clasp their hands. These two Brothers now at strife Make one heart, one soul, one life! This at last will be their song: 'One forever, free, and strong.' Northmen, ye have not in hate Closed the heart's fraternal gate! Ye have not for greed, nor gold, Forged the slave-chains manifold! But in patience ye have wrought Out your Godlike, freeborn thought! Ye have toiled that man might be Clothed with truth and liberty. God hath answered from the skies; Bids you for His own arise! Now the work is at your door: Help His meek and suffering poor! There are hearts uncomforted, Weeping o'er the battle-dead. There are wounded brave ones here: Bring your hearts of kindness near! Freedmen shiver at your gate-- Let them not forgotten wait! Bind the wounded heart that bleeds; Mould your _speeches_ into _deeds!_ This is what all true hearts say: 'Glorious is our work to-day!' LITERARY NOTICES. DREAMTHORP; A Book of Essays written in the Country. By ALEXANDER SMITH, Author of 'A Life Drama,' 'City Poems,' etc. Boston: J.E. Tilton & Company. For sale by Walter Low, 823 Broadway. New York.