NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY RALPH WALDO E. SOURCE immaterial of material naught, Focus of light infinitesimal, Sum of all things by sleepless Nature wrought, Of which abnormal man is decimal. Refract, in prism immortal, from thy stars And raise to immortality "the rag." This "anthem" was greatly praised by a celebrated German scholar, but the committee will feel obliged to reject it on account of its too childish simplicity. Here we have a NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY WILLIAM CULLEN B. THE sun sinks softly to his evening post, And not a sunset stripe with him goes down. So thrones may fall; and from the dust of those New thrones may rise, to totter like the last; But still our country's nobler planet glows, While the eternal stars of Heaven are fast. Upon finding that this does not go well to the air of "Yankee Doodle," the committee feel justified in declining it; being furthermore prejudiced against it by a suspicion that the poet has crowded an advertisement of a paper which he edits into the first line. Next we quote from a NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY N. P. W. ONE hue of our flag is taken Its blue is the ocean shadow Several members of the committee find that this "anthem has too much of the Anacreon spice to suit them. We next peruse a NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY THOMAS BAILEY A. THE little brown squirrel hops in the corn, And the shad in the river springs; If Maud did not love me. I love the squirrel that hops in the corn, I love the dainty sunflower, too, And Maud with her snowy breast; I love them all; but I love - I love — This is certainly very beautiful, and sounds somewhat like Tennyson. Though it may be rejected by the committee, it can never lose its value as a piece of excellent reading for children. It is calculated to fill the youthful mind with patriotism and natural history, beside touching the youthful heart with an emotion palpitating for all. We close the list with the following: NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY R. H. STOD. BEHOLD the flag! Is it not a flag? Would impious hand of foe disturb And blight it with a dew of blood? Ha, tr-r-aitor! . . . . It is well. R. H. NEWELL. (ORPHEUS C. KERR-) Ben Battle was a soldier bold Bird of the wilderness Thos. Warton 325 24 615 H. Bonar 181 R. H. Dana 267 Barry Cornwall 668 Thos. Davis 72 Tennyson 69 W. C. Bryant 361 Anonymous 496 C. Mar'owe 73 T. Moore Come into the garden, Maud. Anonymous 266 James Hogg 343 Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean 26 71 Sir Ph. Sidney 575 779 R. Herrick 361 W. L. Bowles 326 Fair ship that from the Italian shore 40 182 161 717 False diamond set in flint ! M. Drayton 386 W. C. Bryant 97 False world, thou ly'st; thou canst not lend Horace Twiss 34 Fare thee well! and if forever . F. Quarles 612 149 Milton 710 Shakespeare 237 Count not the hours while their silent wings Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear Shakespeare Cupid and my Campaspe played Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow Pope Dark as the clouds of even. 238 Thos. Dibdin 443 farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! 65 Farewell, 596 Farewell! if ever fondest prayer Farewell, life! my senses swim G. H. Boker 449 Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing Rev. W. R. Duryea 134 Farewell, thou busy world, and may . Darkness is thinning (Translation of J. M. Neale) Shakespeare 150 C. Cotton Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean St. Gregory the Great 258 Daughter of God! that sitt'st on high Wm. Tennent 373 Day dawned; within a curtained room Barry Cornwall 195 Day hath put on his jacket O.W. Holmes 739 Day in melting purple dying Day of wrath, that day of burning Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith E. B. Browning 192 Did your letters pierce the queen 135 Chas. Lever 105 Does the road wind up-hill all the way? C. G. Rossetti 261 228 329 Down the dimpled greensward dancing Geo. Darley 764 . 45 608 258 From harmony, from heavenly harmony 106 From the recesses of a lowly spirit 93 Ben Jonson). Drop, drop, slow tears Duncan Gray cam' here to woo Earth has not anything to show more fair Wordsworth 528 Gamarra is a dainty steed Miss Mitford 436 294 316 588 Wordsworth 330 Bayard Taylor 71 7. Bowring 278 Shakespeare 656. Tennyson 619 Barry Cornwall 339 John Sterling 420 Gather ye rosebuds as ye may R. Herrick 617 C. Sprague 347 H. Fielding 60 England, with all thy faults, I love thee still Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme C Dibdin 489 Thomson 599 279 Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky! Wordsworth 344 Gently hast thou told thy message Milton 232 133 Burns "Git oot wid the', Jwohnny" T. Hood Give me more love or more disdain . Anonymous T. Carew 79 106 64 Miss Edwards 458 Sir W. Raleigh 259 Lord Surrey 41 Glory to thee, my God, this night 294 F. G. Saxe 742 E. B. Browning 62 God makes sech nights, all white an' still R. Herrick Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Byron 369 J. R. Lowell 102 Mary Howitt 370 46 God might have bade the earth bring forth 463 |