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The nation calls aloud again,
Float in the winds of heaven, O tattered Flag!
Silence is the voice of mighty things.
Spirit of Liberty,
Stibor had led in many a fight,
White-haired and hoary-bearded, who art thou
Change is the order of the universe.
Our columns are broken, defeated, and fled;
On they ride on they ride
Frail are the best of us, brothers
Bear and forbear, I counsel thee,
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee!
Down into the darkness at last, Daniel, down into the darkness at last;
The long winter wanes. On the wings
Down the broad Ha-Ha Wák-pa[BS]
Do they think of us, say in the far distant West
To bid the brave White Chief adieu,
Dust to dust:
Dust of the desert are thy walls
Wazíya came down from the North
Hark, the storm is raging high;
Ready and ripe for the harvest lay the acres of golden grain
Mount to horse mount to horse;
I saw a light on yester-night
Men talk and dream of better days
Come then, brave men, from the Land of Lakes
With sable wings wide o'er the land
Dead? or is it a dream
Seek ye the fairest lily of the field,
Crouching in the early morning,
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;
I sit once more on breezy shore, at sunset in this glorious June,
Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem. Horace.
Last night in my feverish dreams I heard
Where is the minstrel's Father-land?
My heart's on the Rhine in the old Father-land;
Good morning good morning a happy new year!
"Le notte e madre dipensien."
Call me not back, O cold and crafty world:
To Horace Greeley, of date Aug. 22, 1862 "If I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it," etc.
"We've had a brush," the Captain said,
And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery, and when they had set her in the midst, they said unto him "Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses in the law commanded us that such be stoned; bu
Old Deutchland's the country for sauerkraut and beer,
To the memory of my devoted wife dead and gone yet always with me I dedicate
PAUL' S HISTORY
I had rather write one word upon the rock
Away, away, o'er the bounding sea
Et nunc omnis ager, mine omms parturit arbos;
[Nov. 26, 1857, during the great financial depression.]
Now a light rustling wind from the South
Once Satan and a monk went on a "drunk,"
Old Father Abe has issued his "Call"
All-day-long the crash of cannon
A LEGEND OF THE DAKOTAS
On an arm of an oak hangs the prize
Tall was young Wanâta, stronger than Heyóka's  giant form,
Read at the Celebration of the Old Settlers of Hennepin County, at the Academy of Music, Minneapolis, July 4, 1879.
"What hear I at the gateway ringing?
Onward rolls the Royal River, proudly sweeping to the sea,
Have ye heard of Fort Donelson's desperate fight,
When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home,
The day of truth is dawning. I behold
THE LEGEND OF THE PICTURED ROCKS OF LAKE SUPERIOR. OJIBWAY
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,
Lo the lights in the "Teepee-Wákan!"
O Mollie, I would I possessed such a heart;
I know thou art true, and I know thou art fair
I am growing old and weary
When madly raged religious war
'Tis the moon of the sere, falling leaves.
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist
When the meadow-lark trilled o'er the leas