Part 8 (2/2)

'Tis freedom's birthday--blood-bought boon!

O war-rent flag! O soldier-shroud!

Thine be the glory--nor too soon Is heard your ”Cry aloud!”

O not too soon is rent the chain And charter, trampling right in dust!

Till G.o.d is G.o.d no longer--ne'er again Quench liberty that's just.

Lynn, Ma.s.s., _February 3, 1865_.

”_MEMENTO_”

Respectfully inscribed to my friends in Lynn.

I come to thee O'er the moonlit sea, When the hoa.r.s.e wave revisits thy sh.o.r.e!

When waters shout, And the stars peep out, I am with thee in spirit once more.

Then list the moan Of the billows' foam, Laving with surges thy silv'ry beach!

Night's dewy eye, The sea-mew's lone cry, Witness my presence and utter my speech.

Pleasant a grave By the ”Rock” or wave, And afar from life's turmoil its goal.

No sculptured lie, Or hypocrite sigh, E'er to mock the bright truth of the soul.

Friends, will not ye Think kindly of me, In those moments to memory bestowed?

Smile on me yet, O blue eyes and jet, Soft as when parting thy sympathy glowed!

_March 3, 1867._

_COMMUNION HYMN_

Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound?

Felt ye the power of the Word?

'Twas the Truth that made us free, And was found by you and me In the life and the love of our Lord.

Mourner, it calls you,--”Come to my bosom, Love wipes your tears all away, And will lift the shade of gloom, And for you make radiant room Midst the glories of one endless day.”

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