Shall she be her land's defender?
Lover! soldier! up and do;
Seize thy father's ancient falchion,
Which once flashed as freedom's star
Till sweet peace — the bow and halcyon,
Stilled the stormy strife of war!
Listen! now thy country's calling
On her sons to meet the foe!
Sweet is love in moonlight bowers {
Sweet the altar and the flame!
Sweet is spring-time with her flowers I
Sweeter far the patriot's name!
Should the God who rules above thee
Doom thee to a soldier's grave,
Hearts will break, but fame will love thee,
Canonized among the brave!
Listen, then, thy country's calling
On her sons to meet her foe!
Rather would I view thee lying
On the last red field of life,
'Mid thy country's heroes dying,
Than to be a dastard's wife.
Petersburg, Va., Express, Feb. 27.

