Is 't well on such a question to arise     And pinch the Eagle?   Nay, let's economize his breath to scold     And terrify the alien   Who tackles him, as Hercules of old     The bird Stymphalian.   Among the rebels when we made a breach     Was it to get their banners?   That was but incidental—'t was to teach     Them better manners.   They know the lesson well enough to-day;     Now, let us try to show them   That we 're not only stronger far than they.     (How we did mow them!)   But more magnanimous. You see, my lads,       'T was an uncommon riot;   The warlike tribes of Europe fight for 'fads,'       We fought for quiet.   If we were victors, then we all must live       With the same flag above us;   'Twas all in vain unless we now forgive       And make them love us.   Let kings keep trophies to display above       Their doors like any savage;   The freeman's trophy is the foeman's love,       Despite war's ravage.   'Make treason odious?' My friends, you'll find       You can't, in right and reason,   While 'Washington' and 'treason' are combined—       'Hugo' and 'treason.'   All human governments must take the chance       And hazard of sedition.   O, wretch! to pledge your manhood in advance       To blind submission.   It may be wrong, it may be right, to rise       In warlike insurrection:   The loyalty that fools so dearly prize       May mean subjection.   Be loyal to your country, yes—but how     If tyrants hold dominion?   The South believed they did; can't you allow     For that opinion?   He who will never rise though rulers plods     His liberties despising   How is he manlier than the sans culottes     Who's always rising?   Give back the foolish flags whose bearers fell     Too valiant to forsake them.   Is it presumptuous, this counsel? Well,     I helped to take them.

HAEC FABULA DOCET.

  A rat who'd gorged a box of bane   And suffered an internal pain,   Came from his hole to die (the label   Required it if the rat were able)   And found outside his habitat   A limpid stream. Of bane and rat   'T was all unconscious; in the sun   It ran and prattled just for fun.   Keen to allay his inward throes,   The beast immersed his filthy nose   And drank—then, bloated by the stream,   And filled with superheated steam,   Exploded with a rascal smell,   Remarking, as his fragments fell   Astonished in the brook: 'I'm thinking   This water's damned unwholesome drinking!'

EXONERATION.

  When men at candidacy don't connive,     From that suspicion if their friends would free 'em,   The teeth and nails with which they did not strive     Should be exhibited in a museum.

AZRAEL.

  The moon in the field of the keel-plowed main     Was watching the growing tide:
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