 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
THE SWORD AND THE STAFF
The sword of the hero!
The staff of the sage!
Whose valor and wisdom
Are stamped on the age!
Time-hallowed mementoes
Of those who have riven
The sceptre from tyrants,
“The lightning from heaven!”
The staff of the sage!
Whose valor and wisdom
Are stamped on the age!
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Of those who have riven
The sceptre from tyrants,
“The lightning from heaven!”
This weapon, O Freedom!
Was drawn by thy son,
And it never was sheathed
Till the battle was won!
No stain of dishonor
Upon it we see!
'T was never surrendered—
Except to the free!
Was drawn by thy son,
And it never was sheathed
Till the battle was won!
No stain of dishonor
Upon it we see!
'T was never surrendered—
Except to the free!
While Fame claims the hero
And patriot sage,
Their names to emblazon
On History's page,
No holier relics
Will liberty hoard
Than Franklin's staff, guarded
By Washington's sword.
And patriot sage,
Their names to emblazon
On History's page,
No holier relics
Will liberty hoard
Than Franklin's staff, guarded
By Washington's sword.
| Poems by George P. Morris | |