NORTH AND SOUTH.

North and South the war cries come: Sounds the trumpet, beats the drum. Hosts contending, marshalled foes Battle while the red blood flows. Two great armies whose Ideal Bursts into the earnest Real. Ideals twain, on battle height Flaming into radiant light! One, is Freedom over all; One, is Slavery's tyrant thrall: These are written on the plain 'Mid the Battle's fiery rain. These the Powers that must contend To the dark and bitter end. Look upon the Nation's dead! Lo, the blood of martyrs shed! Dying that our Country may Know her Resurrection day! What shall be the Traitor's gain? Endless scorn, undying pain. Ever o'er the giant wrong Sings the Right her triumph song. Yes, as sure as God doth reign Right the mastery shall obtain! Over all these beauteous lands These two Brothers clasp their hands. These two Brothers now at strife Make one heart, one soul, one life! This at last will be their song: 'One forever, free, and strong.' Northmen, ye have not in hate Closed the heart's fraternal gate! Ye have not for greed, nor gold, Forged the slave-chains manifold! But in patience ye have wrought Out your Godlike, freeborn thought! Ye have toiled that man might be Clothed with truth and liberty. God hath answered from the skies; Bids you for His own arise! Now the work is at your door: Help His meek and suffering poor! There are hearts uncomforted, Weeping o'er the battle-dead. There are wounded brave ones here: Bring your hearts of kindness near! Freedmen shiver at your gate— Let them not forgotten wait! Bind the wounded heart that bleeds; Mould your speeches into deeds! This is what all true hearts say: 'Glorious is our work to-day!'