Even its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;
And through the hill-gaps sunset light
Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er,
And the rebel rides on his raids no more.
Honour to her! and let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Over Barbara Frietchie's grave,
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;
And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town!
JOHN G. WHITTIER.
PART III.
The Day's at the Morn
LOCHINVAR.
"Lochinvar" and "Lord Ullin's Daughter," the first by Scott (1771-1832)
and the second by Campbell (1777-1844), are companions in sentiment and
equally popular with boys who love to win anything desirable by heroic
effort.
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west.
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best,
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none;
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.
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