THE SOARIN' O' THE EAGLE. Till we sent 'em Yankee manners Our ears was full o' cotton, And our guns was full o' steel; Oh, we bored 'em full o' trouble Like a nest o' drownded moles. They fought us square and honest, For while the eagle's screamin', And the stars and stripe's a-streamin', Why, we hain't the boys to say it, - Oh, they thought they'd have a bull-fight Was the proper thing to do. Cause there hain't no room fer Spaniards When the eagle soars the blue. -Marion Franklin Ham. THE CALL TO THE COLORS. The Call to the Colors. "ARE you ready, O Virginia, Alabama, Tennessee? People of the Southland, answer! For the land hath need of thee." "Here!" from sandy Rio Grande, Where the Texan horsemen ride; "Here!" the hunters of Kentucky Hail from Chatterawha's side; Every toiler in the cotton, Every rugged mountaineer, Velvet-voiced and iron-handed, Lifts his head to answer, "Here! Some remain who charged with Pickett, Some survive who followed Lee; They shall lead their sons to battle "Are you ready, California, Arizona, Idaho? 'Come, oh, come, unto the colors!' Heard you not the bugle blow?” Falls a hush in San Francisco In the busy hives of trade; In the vineyards of Sonoma Fall the pruning knife and spade; In the mines of Colorado Pick and drill are thrown aside; Idly in Seattle harbor Swing the merchants to the tide ; And a million mighty voices Throb responsive like a drum, Rolling from the rough Sierras, "You have called us, and we come." O'er Missouri sounds the challengeO'er the great lakes and the plain; "Are you ready, Minnesota? Are you ready, men of Maine?" Clerks who trudge the cities' paves, German, Celt and Saxon swell the call, THE CALL TO THE COLORS. And the Adirondacks echo: "We are ready, one and all." Truce to feud and peace to faction! —Arthur Guiterman. |