SONS of those whose glorious name On the scroll of deathless fame Still the foremost rank shall claim, Rise to Victory! See your streamers' beckoning flow Calls you on to crush the foe, And strike once more the conquering blow For heaven-born Liberty! Is there here a heart so tame That pours not, at the thrilling name Of Liberty, like floods of flame, The life-blood through its veins? No! from every kindling eye Flashes forth the stern reply, We would fight—would fall—would die, Ere live an hour in chains! Freemen! though perhaps we mark @3Some@1 combined in council dark, Slaves who seek to quench the spark Of heaven-born Liberty, We can smile to think how vain Arts like these to fix the chain Which Freedom's breath can burst in twain; Then on to Victory! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RHYME FOR A CHILD VIEWING A NAKED VENUS IN A PAINTING by ROBERT BROWNING TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE COMBAT, BETWEENE CONSCIENCE AND COVETOUSNESSE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |