Edward Hopper.

THE OLD FLAG

Flag of the brave and free!
Flag of our Liberty!
Of thee we sing;
Flag of our father's pride,
With their pure heart's-blood dyed,
When fighting side by side,
Our pledge we bring.

By their pure martyr-blood
Poured on Columbia's sod
For Liberty;
By all their deeds of old,
Their hunger, thirst and cold,
Their battles fierce and bold,
We'll stand by thee!

Thy 'venging stripes shall wave
To guard the homes they gave;
Thy stars shall shine
Upon oppression's night,
To give the patriot light
And make the dark world bright
With hope divine.

We pledge our heart and hand
To bear thee o'er the land
That God made free,--
Till all its vales and hills,
Its rivers and its rills,--
Till the whole nation thrills
With victory!

Fear not, O Ship of State!
Tho pirates with fierce hate
May cross thy sea:--
Fear not; at thy mast head
We've nailed the blue, white, red
Old Flag! Our fathers bled,
And so can we!

We love each tattered rag
Of that old war-rent flag
Of Liberty!
Flag of great Washington!
Flag of brave Anderson!
Flag of each mother's son
Who dares be free!

O God, our banner save!
Make it for ages waves!
God save our flag!
Preserve its honor pure,
Unstained may it endure,
And keep our freedom sure;
God save our flag!

Edward Hopper.

_April, 1861._

RALLY SONG

THE BANNER.

Soldier, hast thou halted,--
Shrinking from the foe,--
Friendless, beaten, taunted,
Helpless in thy woe?
Rally to the standard!
God shall surely win!
With Him thou shall triumph
Over Death and Sin!

THE WHITE.

Hast thou stumbled, fallen?
Have they passed thee by?
In the filth, despairing,
Have they let thee lie?
Up! rise up, and follow
Yonder folds of white!
Thou shalt share their brightness,
Triumph in their light!

THE BLUE.

Dost thou feel the darkness
Near the gates of death?
Dost thou shrink in terror
At its icy breath?
Lo! the flag is o'er thee
With its field of blue!
It shall guide thee homewards!
Man, thy God is true!

THE RED CROSS.

Is the conflict bitter?
Art thou faint; at last,
Struggling, panting, straining,
Foul fiends hold thee fast?
Rouse thyself and smite them!
Raise thy standard hi