PATRIOTIC.
POEM FOR INDEPENDENCE DAY.
HOW shall we celebrate the day
To which our freedom owes its birth;
When firm, yet seeking no display,
The patriots stood in proud array,
Before the mighty ones of earth?
To which our freedom owes its birth;
When firm, yet seeking no display,
The patriots stood in proud array,
Before the mighty ones of earth?
Trusting in God, they stood alone,
With dauntless front and unquelled eye,
No servile fear, no sorrowing moan,
As thus they braved high England's throne,
And "Liberty or Death," their cry.
With dauntless front and unquelled eye,
No servile fear, no sorrowing moan,
As thus they braved high England's throne,
And "Liberty or Death," their cry.
Heaven smiled propitious on the hour,
And nerved with hope the little band—
They bade farewell to beauty's bower,
And armed with justice, clothed in power,
Fought boldly for their native land.
And nerved with hope the little band—
They bade farewell to beauty's bower,
And armed with justice, clothed in power,
Fought boldly for their native land.
They fought against the tyrant king,
Led on by freedom's chosen son—
With clash of arms the valleys ring,
Till loud their triumph-song they sing,
Of victory and Washington.
Led on by freedom's chosen son—
With clash of arms the valleys ring,
Till loud their triumph-song they sing,
Of victory and Washington.
