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When Freedom first her standard reared,
Her sword first girded on,—
When her rally first from Concord rang,
And pealed from Lexington,—
Thou heard'st with triumph in thine eye,
And proud, uplifted brow,
And, like the patriot Roman, went
To glory from the plough!
Her sword first girded on,—
When her rally first from Concord rang,
And pealed from Lexington,—
Thou heard'st with triumph in thine eye,
And proud, uplifted brow,
And, like the patriot Roman, went
To glory from the plough!
Thy voice rang like a clarion out
On Bunker's trampled height;
Thy sword gleamed like a meteor through
The thick cloud of the fight;
Where cannon boomed, where bayonets clashed,
There was thy fiery way,
And thy blows came down, a storm of death,
On the foe that fearful day.
On Bunker's trampled height;
Thy sword gleamed like a meteor through
The thick cloud of the fight;
Where cannon boomed, where bayonets clashed,
There was thy fiery way,
And thy blows came down, a storm of death,
On the foe that fearful day.
Thy daring ride adown the rocks,—
Have chivalry's bold days
A deed of wilder bravery
In all their stirring lays?
The veteran loves to tell the tale,
When night enwraps the earth,
And youthful forms all eager crowd
Around the household hearth.
Have chivalry's bold days
A deed of wilder bravery
In all their stirring lays?
The veteran loves to tell the tale,
When night enwraps the earth,
And youthful forms all eager crowd
Around the household hearth.
