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 On this Bright Happy Day. — Air, TJw Stoeet Bye 
 
 and Bye. 
 Hurrah ! for the Fhig of the Fres:— Or^/inal Air. 
 God Save our Noble Union.— Ori^MdlzA'ir.^ "--i ' 
 A Prayer for Peace. o < a , ^.^- \ 
 
 " We all sail in one boat togetheiV'!/ ■^,^; | ^ 
 
 The Father of our Country. V / fJ/XX 
 
 I J3e kind to the stranger. i^}/.b(f..*'.Ar.. 
 
 'Copyright by H. Clay Prenss. 1883. EdTtowi^ivi'-JU'erT 
 to copy by crediting the Author. 
 
 :[Fmio.^^ Oirt]Si EnaaE, 
 
 SAAC iiRIEDENWALD, PRINT., BALTO. 
 
J»ou05 of llatioUiVl llaxnnoiia^ 
 gcace ami ^rx>tTxcrTiood. 
 
 By H. Clay Preuss. 
 
 On this Bright, Happy Day. 
 
 Air : — ''TJie Sweet Bye mid Bye.'' 
 
 Let us join, on this bright, happy day, 
 
 In the chorus of angels above ; 
 For brothers, for long years astray. 
 Have met in fraternal love. 
 On tliis bright, happy day. 
 
 All brotherly hatred shall cease; 
 On this bright, happy day, 
 
 We have met in joy and in peace ! 
 
 From the South with its climate so blest. 
 From the rich, teeming marts of the North, 
 
 From the East, and the great giant West, 
 A cry of rejoicing comes forth ! 
 
 No more shall dread Civil Strife 
 Renew tlie fell work it has done ; 
 
 Forever we've buried the knife, 
 In weal or in woe we are one ! 
 
 Hurrah ! for the Flag of the Free. 
 
 Published with Original Music. 
 
 There's a banner that gracefully swells on the 
 breeze, 
 'Tis a vision of glor}^ to see; 
 Shining out like a star on the waste of the seas, 
 As it floats o'er the hearts of the Free. 
 Hurrah ! for the Flag of the Free, 
 Hurrah ! for the Flag of the Free, 
 For a herald of right, and an emb'em of might, 
 Is the Star Spangled Flag of the Free ! 
 
'Mid the storm and the strife of terrible wars, 
 
 Tliat gallant old flag was unfurled. 
 The oppressed of all nations look up to its stars 
 
 As a beacon of hope to the world. 
 
 We learn from that flag as it gallantly waves, 
 
 The faith to a freeman most dear : 
 That God -imaged men were not born to be slaves, 
 
 And freemen should never know fear. 
 
 Oh, Merciful Father ! we humbly implore 
 
 Thy blessing and aid in our cause ; 
 May we ever prove true, as our fathers of yore, 
 
 To our Country, our Flag, and our laws! 
 
 God Save Our Noble Union! 
 
 Published with Original Music. 
 
 It came to us through darkness, 
 
 It came to us through blood ; 
 It shone out like the "Pr(nni-e 
 
 Of God " upon the flood. 
 A beacon, it has served us 
 
 With true, unerring flame, 
 And cast a blaze of glory 
 
 Upon our Nation's name — 
 
 God save our noble Union ! 
 
 'Twas left us by our fathers, 
 
 Those souls of priceless worth — 
 The noblest types of manhood 
 
 That ever walked the earth. 
 'Twas bought with fearful struggles. 
 
 By sacriflce sublime ; 
 And stands a proud memento 
 
 For all the coming time. 
 
 God save our noble Union ! 
 
 Our land a waste of Nature 
 
 Where beast and savage strayed, 
 
 Its wealth of lakes and rivers 
 Unlocked by keys of Trade: 
 
Then sun-like rose the Union — 
 
 A terror to our foes — 
 And lo! this "waste of Nature" 
 
 Now blossoms as a rose. 
 
 God save our noble Union ! 
 
 Where earth lay hid for ages, 
 
 In deep, primeval gloom, 
 Behold a ijoundless garden, 
 
 A continent in bloom ! 
 With iron bands of railroads. 
 
 Electric tongues of wire, 
 .And energies within us 
 
 Which time shall never tire — 
 God save our noble Union ! 
 
 The hallowed Flag that bore us 
 So proudly through the wars. 
 
 Is there a hand would sever 
 
 , Its sisterhood of stars V 
 
 Great God ! can we so blindly 
 Cast all Thy gifts aw^ay ? 
 
 Or throbs there in this Nation 
 One heart that will not pray — 
 God save our noble Union ! 
 
 Prayer for Peace. 
 
 [Anno Domini 1866.] 
 
 The war is past, like a horrid dream, 
 
 But leaves its crimson stains ; 
 The wound has closed with a ghastly scar, 
 
 And the virus yet remains. 
 
 Still o'er this lovely Eden land. 
 
 The serpent's trail is seen ; 
 The stain of blood will not lade out 
 
 While a million graves are green ! 
 
 The deadly seeds of mortal hate 
 
 Are scattered far and near ; 
 Oicr wry bibles smell of blood — 
 
 Oh, Christ ! Thou'rt wanted here. 
 
Lo ! some are maddened with revenge, 
 And some grow dark with doubt ; 
 
 Come down, oh. Blessed Son of God, 
 And drive the demons out ! 
 
 Ye Christian men, and women too. 
 Who worship one true God, 
 
 Can ye notwall^ again in peace - 
 The path your fathers trod ? 
 
 Wliy hate ye so your brother-man. 
 While all must pardon crave, 
 
 When summoned by the angel Death, 
 To the land be^^ond the grave ? 
 
 Ah, when we cast aside the veil 
 
 And turn our eyes within. 
 Can we presume the stone to throw. 
 
 (Jr judge a brother's sin? 
 
 Why should we still damnation deal 
 On each we judge our foe ? 
 
 What Iniow we of the hidden cause, 
 The fate that made them so ? 
 
 As light reflects through colored glass. 
 Truth glimmers through the soul : 
 
 And gives a glimpse, in broken parts. 
 Of one grand, perfect whole. 
 
 To some 'tis red, to others green. 
 
 And so each one believes: 
 But truth, like God, is ever one, 
 
 'Tis man's weak sight deceives. 
 
 How shall I judge my fellow-man. 
 
 With mortal sight so dim ? 
 What seems a cloud of lies to me, 
 
 May shine a star to liim. 
 
 Oh, burning words that haunt the soul, 
 Oh, wisdom deep and true — 
 
 The words that fell from Jesus' lips : 
 " They know not what they do 1" 
 
Could higher beings from the stars 
 
 Our poor, frail nature scan, 
 How piteous would he seem to them. 
 
 This puny creature, man ! 
 
 A poor blind worm e'en at best, 
 
 A jewelled soul adorns : 
 While blindly groping for the flowers, 
 . All mangled by the thorns ! 
 
 God of ouii Fathers ! hear our prayer. 
 
 Our blind eyes cannot see : 
 Save us, or we perish, Lord ! 
 
 We place our trust in Thee ! 
 
 We ail Sail in One Boat Together. 
 
 [Anno Domini 1872.] 
 
 From all we have learned in the past • 
 This flow^er of wisdom we gather : 
 
 On the storm-beaten ocean of life 
 " We all sail in one boat together:'' 
 
 We are bound with a mystical chain. 
 By the hand of The Fatheh Divine ; 
 
 No man is a stranger to me, 
 For his joys and his sorrow^s are mine. 
 
 The highest enjoyments of life 
 From sympathy sweet do we gather ; 
 
 Which demonstrates clearly the truth, 
 " We all sail in one boat together:' 
 
 You may play a false part with your brother, 
 
 Defraud him for pitiful pelf; 
 But the wrong that you do to another, 
 
 Is a greater wrong done to yourself. 
 
 The soul, after all, is the centre 
 From Avhich all true happiness springs ; 
 
 When the foul forms of evil once enter, 
 Like an angel, it droopeth its wings. 
 
When the harp ot the spirit's unstrung, 
 'Tis a difficult labor to tune it; 
 
 And the grand law of harmony proves 
 That the whole human race is a unit. 
 
 We chase the false phantoms of self, 
 Till we get to the end of our tether ; 
 
 And we find out the great truth at last, 
 " We all sail in one boat together. ''' 
 
 Our life is a garden of weeds, 
 
 But Time is a terrible reaper ; 
 And the old Bible truth will crop out 
 
 That man is his brother-man's keeper. 
 
 Be assured that your evil or good 
 Is the evil or good of the million ; 
 
 Alas ! how that truth presses home. 
 When we think of our bloody Rebellion. 
 
 There's a cry cometh up on the blast, 
 Of distress both near and afar ; 
 
 'Tis the voice of a terrible Past — 
 The dread " under-siDell " of the War. 
 
 The evil affecting a portion. 
 The good of the whole doth invade: 
 
 Our burdens have grown to extortion, 
 And a mildew has fallen on trade. 
 
 'Tis a great, vital fact to remember 
 That the wiiole and a part are the same ; 
 
 And the virus that creeps in a member. 
 Must poison the whole human frame. 
 
 This jewel of truth we conceive 
 
 More precious than fortune or talents; 
 
 We stand on each end of a beam, 
 And our safety consists in our balance. 
 
 Our law is like planets in moti(»n, 
 To revolve round one grand, central sun 
 
 God bound us with lake, gulf and ocean, 
 In weal or in woe we are one ! 
 
And we pray, from our sutferiiigs at las! 
 
 This glorious truth we may gather, 
 That on this rough voyage of life, 
 
 " We all sail in one boat together y 
 
 The Father of oup Country. 
 
 {Extract from an unpublished poem entitled "• The 
 Drama of 'IQr] 
 
 But peerless 'mong others a form now arose, 
 With a nature of godlike proportions composed. 
 There was harmony breathing in every part, 
 From reason to will, from the head to the heart. 
 His calm but stern brow wore an air of command, 
 And his glance gave "assurance to the world of a 
 
 man !" 
 His great heart swelled out in the conflict and 
 
 strife, 
 Like the soul of a saint in the battle of life. 
 He knew the high mission he had to perform, 
 Nor was he a craven to shrink from the storm. 
 He knew that this breaking of liberty's morn 
 Would illumine the souls of millions unborn. 
 The gewgaws of title, of fortune or fame. 
 Could they limit the scope of this great spirit's 
 
 aim '•■' 
 Ah ! he built him a monument lasting as time. 
 Whose summit is seen from the furthermost clime; 
 For even the princes and despots of earth 
 Have yielded their tribute to patriot worth. 
 He lived a true life from cradle to sod, 
 He was true to his Country and true to his God ! 
 And thus in the annals of nations he won 
 The name of the great and the good Washington ! 
 
 Be Kind to the Stranger. 
 
 Be kind to the stranger, when far from his home. 
 For it may be your fate like the stranger to roam ; 
 Ah ! then how you'll prize as a boon from above, 
 Each soft word of kindness, or sweet look of love. 
 
Be kind to the stranger, and welcome him well, 
 Nor turn like a snail and hide in your shell ; 
 But let the sweet waters of sympathy flow, 
 To prove that we are all of one kindred below. 
 
 Our hearts melt with pity for brutes in distress, 
 Shall our fellow-man share in our sympathy less? 
 In the Gospel of Christ this great truth we see : 
 " What ye do u7ito others, ye do unto Me ! " 
 
 y^ hen far from our home, and the friends we love 
 
 dear, 
 How dreary and dark does the world then appear ! 
 When "tlie light in the window" far distantly 
 
 burns, 
 How the poor, hungry heart for sympathy yearns. 
 
 When we feel a dead Aveight on the heart and the 
 
 brain. 
 And the soul suffers more than mere physical 
 
 pain. 
 Not bread for the body can quiet our grief, 
 'Tis the poor, starving heart that cries for relief 
 
 There are wants beyond those of the animal frame. 
 There's a keen, burning thirst that knoweth no 
 
 name — 
 A sickness of heart, only heart can control — 
 Give hread for the body, but lorn for the soul ! 
 
 Be kind to the stranger, when far from his liome. 
 For it may be your fate like the stranger to roam ; 
 Ah ! then how you'll prize, as a boon from above. 
 Each soft word of kindness, or sweet look of love. 
 
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