When Freedom from her mountain heightUnfurled her standard to the air,She tore the azure robe of nightAnd set the stars of glory there!She mingled with its gorgeous dyesThe milky baldric of the skiesAnd striped its pure celestial whiteWith streakings of the morning light;Then, from his mansion in the sun,She called her eagle bearer downAnd gave into his mighty handThe symbol of her chosen land!Majestic monarch of the cloud,Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,To hear the tempest trumpings loudAnd see the lightning lances driven,When strive the warrior of the stormAnd rolls the thunder drum of heaven—Child of the sun, to thee 'tis givenTo guard the banner of the free,To hover in the sulphur smoke,To ward away the battle strokeAnd bid its blending shine afar,Like rainbows on the cloud of war,The harbingers of victory!Flag of the brave, thy folds shall flyThe sign of hope and triumph high!When speaks the signal trumpet toneAnd the long line comes gleaming on,Ere yet the lifeblood, warm and wet,Has dimmed the glistening bayonet,Each soldier eye shall brightly turnTo where the sky-born glories burnAnd as his springing steps advanceCatch war and vengeance from the glance,And when the cannon mouthings loudHeave in wild wreaths the battle shroud.And gory sabers rise and fallLike shoots of flame on midnight's pall;Then shall thy meteor glances glow,And cowering foes shall shrink beneathEach gallant arm that strikes belowThat lovely messenger of death.Flag of the seas, on ocean waveThy stars shall glitter o'er the brave!When death, careering on the gale,Sweeps darkly round the bellied sailAnd frighted waves rush wildly backBefore the broadside's reeling rack,Each dying wanderer of the seaShall look at once to heaven and theeAnd smile to see the splendors flyIn triumph o'er his closing eye.Flag of the free heart's hope and home,By angel hands to valor given,Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,And all thy hues were born in heaven!Forever float that standard sheet!Where breathes the foe but falls before us,With freedom's soil beneath our feetAnd freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
When Freedom from her mountain heightUnfurled her standard to the air,She tore the azure robe of nightAnd set the stars of glory there!She mingled with its gorgeous dyesThe milky baldric of the skiesAnd striped its pure celestial whiteWith streakings of the morning light;Then, from his mansion in the sun,She called her eagle bearer downAnd gave into his mighty handThe symbol of her chosen land!
Majestic monarch of the cloud,Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,To hear the tempest trumpings loudAnd see the lightning lances driven,When strive the warrior of the stormAnd rolls the thunder drum of heaven—Child of the sun, to thee 'tis givenTo guard the banner of the free,To hover in the sulphur smoke,To ward away the battle strokeAnd bid its blending shine afar,Like rainbows on the cloud of war,The harbingers of victory!
Flag of the brave, thy folds shall flyThe sign of hope and triumph high!When speaks the signal trumpet toneAnd the long line comes gleaming on,Ere yet the lifeblood, warm and wet,Has dimmed the glistening bayonet,Each soldier eye shall brightly turnTo where the sky-born glories burnAnd as his springing steps advanceCatch war and vengeance from the glance,And when the cannon mouthings loudHeave in wild wreaths the battle shroud.And gory sabers rise and fallLike shoots of flame on midnight's pall;
Then shall thy meteor glances glow,And cowering foes shall shrink beneathEach gallant arm that strikes belowThat lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas, on ocean waveThy stars shall glitter o'er the brave!When death, careering on the gale,Sweeps darkly round the bellied sailAnd frighted waves rush wildly backBefore the broadside's reeling rack,Each dying wanderer of the seaShall look at once to heaven and theeAnd smile to see the splendors flyIn triumph o'er his closing eye.
Flag of the free heart's hope and home,By angel hands to valor given,Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,And all thy hues were born in heaven!Forever float that standard sheet!Where breathes the foe but falls before us,With freedom's soil beneath our feetAnd freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
By MARION Y. BUNNER.
What the Old Astrological Traditions Say as to the Destiny of Those Born Under the Sign"Cancer," Representing the Period Between June 19 and July 23.
Compiled and edited forThe Scrap Book.
CANCER: THE CRAB.JUNE 19 to JULY 23.CUSP: JUNE 21 to JULY 27.
The constellation Cancer—the fourth sign of the zodiac—is the positive pole of the Water Triplicity, governing the breast. It is a cardinal, feminine, movable, watery, phlegmatic, nocturnal sign. The higher attributes are feeling and sympathy.
A person born in the period of the Cusp, when the sun is on the edge of the sign, will be endowed with the characteristics of both Cancer and Gemini.
Cancer subjects will have taciturn dispositions, searching minds, and good morals. The principal characteristic of these people is their sympathetic and emotional love-nature. They make excellent nurses. They are model housewives and husbands, and are economical, industrious, and provident.
They are quick in mind and body, clever in business matters, independent, open-minded, and versatile. They are also very determined; are not easily forced out of a conclusion they have reached, and their opinions are usually respected. They have mechanical ability, are very executive, and they like responsibility. They can easily be ruled by kindness, but resent the least semblance of compulsion.
The Cancer people—women especially—have great talent for music, and are well adapted to study instrumental music as a profession.
They are usually of medium stature, large in the upper portion of the body, with round face, pale complexion, small features, full forehead, and light or grayish eyes. The physical temperament of the subject will be lymphatic-bilious in a Southern climate, and a lymphatic-nervous disposition in a Northern latitude.
Their most congenial companions will be found among those born in Scorpio and Pisces.
The faults of the Cancer people are jealousy, vanity, and love of money for money's sake. The women of this sign are fond of dress, and are also fickle and inconstant. Cancer is the only sign of the zodiac governed by the moon, and the changeable qualities of the people are attributed to its influence.
The most harmonious marriages are found when a Cancer and a Pisces person are united. The offspring will be strong and physically fine. Cancer children are hard to manage on account of their extreme sensitiveness. The greatest care should be taken with them. Their training cannot commence too early.
The governing planet is the moon, and the gems are emerald and black onyx. The astral colors are green and russet brown, and the emblematic flower is the poppy.
February and September are the lucky months, and Monday is the fortunate day for a Cancer subject.
The ancient Hebrew tribe to which this sign corresponds is that of Zebulon. The ruling angel of the sign is Muriel.
July, the seventh month in our calendar, was originally the fifth month of the year, and as such was called by the Romans Quinctilis. The Latin name of Julius was given in honor of Julius Cæsar (who was born in this month), and was adopted in the year of his death.
The Anglo-Saxons called July the "mead month," for the meadows were then in their bloom, and "the latter wild month," in contradistinction to June, which they named "the former wild month."
The principal days are: July 3, when Dog Days begin; July 4, Independence Day; July 15, St. Swithin; and July 25, St. James. The tradition runs that if it should rain on St. Swithin's Day, it will rain steadily for the following forty days.
General Garibaldi was born under this sign. Henry Ward Beecher was a striking example of the power, earnestness, and pathos of the Cancer people, and John D. Rockefeller and John Jacob Astor are excellent illustrations of the business genius of the sign.