LAND of the North! I waft to thee
The South’s warm benedicite!
Thou camest when all was grief and pain,
The feverish blood, the tortured brain,
When through hot veins delirium ran,
Thou cam’st, the true Samaritan!
The charm of ruthful grace divine,
The golden oil and perfumed wine,
Have soothed far deeper wounds than those
Which harmed the body’s hale repose;
On anguished souls dropped purely calm,
And sweet as Mary’s “spikenard” balm!
Lo! now o’er all the world are drawn
Clear splendors of the New-year’s dawn!
O North! O South! let warfare cease!
Hark! to that prince whose name is peace!
And ere time’s new-born child departs,
Be joined in hands and joined in hearts!
Once wedded thus, O North! O South!
Should discord ope her Marah mouth,
Smite the foul lips so basely fain
To outpour hate’s salt tides again:
Long raged the storm, long lowered the night,–
O faction, fly our morning light!
(Paul Hamilton Hayne)
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