Who  said  the  good  name  of  our  country  was  gone —

That  her  flag  would  be  honored  no  more  ?
Over  valley  and  plain,  over  mountain  and  main,

Rolls  an  answer  like  Thunder's  deep  roar ;
A  million  brave  spirits  all  shout  with  one  voice,

"  We  will  die  for  the  rights  we  demand  !
Let  traitors  beware  !     By  their  dark  plots  we  swear,

That  no  shadow  shall  rest  on  our  land ! "

Who  questions  the  promise  ?    Not  we  who  behold

This  love  and  this  national  pride
Sweeping  on  through  the  clhne,  in  a  torrent  sublime,

And  bearing  all  hearts  on  its  tide.
Who  fears  for  the  issue  ?    Ah,  that  must  be  left

To  the  Mightiest  Leader  of  all ;
While  He  holds  the  scale,  Truth  and  Right  will  pre
vail,

And  Error  and  Treason  will  fall.
A  stain  on  our  banner  ?     Oh  !  shame  to  the  heart

Or  the  lip  that  could  breathe  such  a  thought !
Every  hue  is  as  clear,  every  fold  is  as  dear,

As  when  first  the  bright  symbol  was  bought.
With  the  blood  of  brave  men  it  was  purchased,  and  we

Pledge  our  own  lives  to  keep  it  unstained  ;
On  the  land  or  the  sea,  where'er  it  may  be,

Its  honor  shall  still  be  maintained.
Heaven's  blessings  upon  it !    Its  stars  never  shone

With  a  lustre  so  pure  and  so  warm  ;
Like  a  beacon's  calm  ray,  pointing  out  the  safe  way,

They  gleam  through  this  gathering  storm.
Their  heart-cheering  light  led  our  fathers  aright,

Through  all  the  dark  perils  they  knew ;
The  same  magic  glow  shall  lead  us  to  the  foe,

And  guide  us  to  VICTORY  TOO  !

•N.  Y.  Times,  April  29.
WESTERN  VIRGINIA   ON  THE  SEIZURE    OF
SHERRARD  CLEMENS.
