An Invocation

THAT little children may in safety ride

The strong, clean waters of Thy splendid seas;

That Anti-Christ be no more glorified,

Nor mock Thy justice with his blasphemies,
We come but not with threats or braggart boasts.
Hear us, Lord God of Hosts!

That Liberty be not betrayed and sold,

And that her sons prove worthy of the breed;
That Freedom's flag may shelter as of old,
Nor decorate the shrines of Gold and Greed,
We come; and on our consecrated sword
We ask Thy blessing, Lord.

That honor be among those priceless things
Without which life shall seem of little worth;

That covenants be not the sport of kings;

That freedom shall not perish from the earth,
We come; across a scarred and bloodstained sod,
Lead us, Almighty God!

BEATRICE BARRY.

WITH malice toward none, with charity for all, with firm

ness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation's wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan-to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations.

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ABRAHAM LINCOLN.

The Call