NEW-ENGLAND'S ADVANCE.

{701} Hurrah! for our New-England, When she rose up firm and grand, In her calm, terrific beauty, With the stout sword in her hand; When she raised her arm undaunted, In the sacred cause of Right, Like a crowned queen of valor, Strong in her faith and might. Hurrah! for our New-England! When the war-cry shook the breeze, She wore the garb of glory, And quaffed the cup of ease; But I saw a look of daring On her proud features rise, And the fire of will was flashing Through the calm light of her eyes. From her brow serene, majestic, The wreath of peace she took, And war's red rose sprang blooming, And its bloody petals shook On her heaving, beating bosom; And with forehead crowned with light, Transfigured, she presented Her proud form to the fight. Hurrah! for our New-England! What lightning courage ran Through her brave heart, as she bounded To the battle's fearful van; O'er her head the starry banner; While her loud, inspiring cry, 'Death or Freedom for our Nation,' Rang against the clouded sky. I saw our own New-England Dealing blows for Truth and Right, And the grandeur of her purpose Gave her eyes a sacred light; Ah! name her 'the Invincible,' Through rebel rank and host; For Justice evermore is done, And Right comes uppermost. Hurrah for our New-England! Through the battle's fearful brunt, Through the red sea of the carnage, Still she struggles in the front; And victory's war-eagle, {702} Hovering o'er the fiery blast, On her floating, starry standard. Is settling down at last. There is glory for New-England, When Oppression's strife is done, When the tools of Wrong are vanquished, And the cause of Freedom won; She shall sit in garments spotless, And shall breathe the odorous balm Of the cool green of contentment, In the bowers of peace and calm.