in every soul, on every face. “Who guards our Union, guards the human race!” The ice grew fire, and left the mountain's crown, When April's echoes shook the avalanche down. The awful marches of the People came Like the volcano's leaping ranks of flame. They rose, the hot Defenders, swift and strong, From nightmare dreams that kissed them down so long; One with a myriad hearts and myriad feet, From field and fireside, lane and thronged street! The battle-fires were leaping up as one, When Baltimore reechoed Lexington! --Kentucky!
though unnerved thy mighty hand, Till in thy breast had warmed the traitor band, Thank God!
the serpent nursed and nourished there, Timely thrust forth to bite the winter air, Poisons no more where it would fain have fed, And hisses harmless wrath till trampled dead. Thank God, though late, the righteous cause is thine, Ready to drink thy cup like festal wine. Thank God, however dark thy day be found, Patriots shall sow with flowers the Bloody Ground. Than