FROM THE GREAT WAR
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Yea, "with a sword."
Help us, O Lord!
O Massachusetts! In your golden prime,
Not with the bribe of time
You won her; subtle words and careful ways
In perilous days.
No! By your valor, by the patriot blood
Of your brave sons poured in a generous flood;
Peace, with a sword!
Help us, O Lord!
Bring out the banners that defied a king!
The tattered colors bring
That made a nation one from sea to sea
In godly liberty.
Unsheathe the patriot sword in time of need,
O Massachusetts, shouting in the lead,—
"Peace with a sword!
Help us, O Lord!"
