There is blood on the river and blood on the door,
      Tarry ye not in Egypt! 
The land shall be red on the sea and the shore,
And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore. 
      Tarry ye not,
      Tarry ye not,
      Tarry ye not in Egypt! 
There is blood on the river and blood on the door,
The land shall be red on the sea and the shore,
And the blood of the Ruler shall reign nevermore,
      So tarry no longer in Egypt!

GIF A LASSIE SPURN A LADDIE.

Gif a lassie spurn a laddie
  Wi’ her needless Nays,
Thraves will pet the hapless plaidie
  Wi’ their loving ways;
So if Kirsty blaw him cauldly
  As a winter day,
Bess and Belle will bless him bauldly
  Wi’ the breath of May.

Prudery still affects the valley,
  Shady and alane,
Meeting souls that loveward sally,
  Icy as a stane. 
On the mountain true Love singeth,
  Liberty is there;
Dalliance wingeth, Pleasure springeth,
  From her waving hair.

On the peaks abide the pleasures,
  Young and sweet and free,
Yoked with Youth’s immortal treasures,
  Love and Liberty;
So, the hilltops seek while soaring,
  Eaglet of Love’s sky;
Light adorned and Light adoring,
  Bask, and burn and die.

THE AMERICAN CONSUMMATION.

The day of War is over
  When, to please a Prince alone,
A thousand slaughtered wretches
  Were to the eagles thrown. 
There is gloom upon its glory,
  There is rust upon its sword,
For the day of Peace is dawning
  In the coming of the Lord.

Arise in Christian manhood
  And join the joyous throng,
With Jesus in your music
  And His mercy in your song;
For His blood hath been the ransom
  For the World, for you, for me,
And His love o’erflows the mountains
  In an everlasting sea.

For the Christ who rose in glory
  Shall return to earth the same,
And the warring hosts shall vanish
  At the voicing of His name;
And the stars shall flash new splendors
  At the fulness of His grace,
For the Heavens reflect His glory,
  And the Earth shall show His face.

Then, with Mercy in the mighty,
  And forgiveness in the strong,
The meek shall be our judges,
  And the Right shall rule the Wrong;
And, with one acclaim, all peoples
  Will the Love of Jesus praise,
And their Glory Hallelujahs
  Shall fill the happy days.

THE YOUNG VETS.

We all know the face of the chap who can tell
  How he led the victorious van,
Through whose terrible yell all the enemy fell
  Or fled from this murderous man.

We all know the pate of the chap who was late,
  Too late for a wound or a scar,
A year or two late for a soldierly fate,
  And twenty too late for the war.