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On seeing the American Flao wave over a Temperance Meeting
in the Park Trenton, N. J., 184---.
Pride of the Free!
With sheen unfurl'd of starry ray,
Bound on the viewless wind away!
In azure sea,
Thwart field of light,
As streamlets bright,
Proudly thy stripes their gorgeous flow
Curve o'er yon Temp'rance Host below!
With sheen unfurl'd of starry ray,
Bound on the viewless wind away!
In azure sea,
Thwart field of light,
As streamlets bright,
Proudly thy stripes their gorgeous flow
Curve o'er yon Temp'rance Host below!
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Thy glories stream'd
Amid our fathers' legions high,
Where wreath'd the clouds of battle's sky!
Thy proud stars gleam'd,
When foemen fled,
And left their dead
Pil'd thick upon the gory plain,
Round corse of patriot warrior slain!
In sulph'rous fires,
Wild, that billowy breast has toss'd,
Where lightning brands of steel have cross'd!
The sons, like sires,
On land and main,
Fought not in vain,
And forth as water blood they gave
Ever to have thee honor'd wave!
No martial beams
Around now flash from war's dread arms,
Nor trumpet peals its harsh alarms!
No proud plume streams
From helmed head,
Nor spearmen tread
With measur'd step, while thunders roll,
And frenzy fires the madd'ning soul!
The good and brave,
Knit soul to soul, in yonder band,
Firm fix'd in godlike purpose stand!
Soon ey'ry slave
Shall burst from thrall,
And ransomed, all,
From mountain's top to ocean's coast,
Or on its waves, shall freedom boast!
Child of the light!
Be crown of stars for ever thine!
O'er virtue's host for ever shine!
For endless fight
With demon foe,
Oh! ever flow,
Swelling upon the crystal flood,
Thou Flag! bought with our Fathers' blood!
Amid our fathers' legions high,
Where wreath'd the clouds of battle's sky!
Thy proud stars gleam'd,
When foemen fled,
And left their dead
Pil'd thick upon the gory plain,
Round corse of patriot warrior slain!
In sulph'rous fires,
Wild, that billowy breast has toss'd,
Where lightning brands of steel have cross'd!
The sons, like sires,
On land and main,
Fought not in vain,
And forth as water blood they gave
Ever to have thee honor'd wave!
No martial beams
Around now flash from war's dread arms,
Nor trumpet peals its harsh alarms!
No proud plume streams
From helmed head,
Nor spearmen tread
With measur'd step, while thunders roll,
And frenzy fires the madd'ning soul!
The good and brave,
Knit soul to soul, in yonder band,
Firm fix'd in godlike purpose stand!
Soon ey'ry slave
Shall burst from thrall,
And ransomed, all,
From mountain's top to ocean's coast,
Or on its waves, shall freedom boast!
Child of the light!
Be crown of stars for ever thine!
O'er virtue's host for ever shine!
For endless fight
With demon foe,
Oh! ever flow,
Swelling upon the crystal flood,
Thou Flag! bought with our Fathers' blood!
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