Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!