HARK! THE SUMMONS.
Hark! in the South the thund'ring drum,
The gathering myriads ceaseless hum;
As strong and joyful forth they come,
Back to drive the "Northern scum,"
And send each willing sword right home.
Hark! in the South the gladsome fife,
With martial strains unceasing rife,
Bidding each now leave his wife;
And arm him for the holy strife,
To serve his country with his life.
Hark! to the trumpets' ringing sound,
Calling on all freemen round,
To muster for the battle ground;
To rescue their true brethren bound,
By Seward, Lincoln's dire blood-hound.
Hark! to the bugle's cheery notes,
See how afar its music floats;
Re-echoed by a myriad throats,
Each of whom his life devotes,
T'uphold that flag which o'er him floats.
Hark! to the cymbal's clashing ring,
Calling each his arms to bring;
And then defiance back to fling,
To Abe, the Abolition king,
And drive from earth that wanton thing!
B.
Baltimore, Oct. 9th, 1861.
SOUTHERN SENTIMENTS.
Air. - "Let haughty Gaul invasion threat."
The Northern hordes invasion threat,
But we are not alarmed;
We made them at Big Bethel sweat,
With not ten Rebels harmed!
Their ships, and men by hundreds pour;
"All eager for the fray" -
But when they reach Potomac's shore,
More glad to get away!
The Northern hordes subjection cry,
They are not by us feared;
Each Southron for his rights will die,
By honor onward steered.
We're anxious, waiting, ready,
Prepared in purse and mind;
To free the South of all her foes,
And leave not one behind.
Amalgamation is the cry,
Which nerves these Hessians on;
For Nigger brides they all will die,
We treat their boasts with scorn.
For sainted Beecher, Greeley, Stowe,
Now raise on high their wail;
They know that they have caused this woe,
And feel that they must fail!
For Abolition Cameron shrieks,
And servile insurrection;
His secret from the Tribune leaks,
In howls of deep dejection.
They laud up freedom to the sky,
By this to show their weakness;
Their acts to words now give the lie,
Despite their seeming meekness.
B.
Baltimore, Oct. 6th, 1861.
