Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

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

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

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

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.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

Tomorrow let us do or die!