To spend her days in thankful lays,
In hymning forth her Maker's praise.
I give this dream as omen true,
Of what of good's in store for you;
The eagle cowering, trembling, hides,
The mocking-bird on high abides;
With grateful heart she pours her song,
The evergreen the leaves among,
My dream unfolds a future bright--
The mocking-bird still soars in light.
Take courage, then, nor shrink in fear;
Your wives, your children, homes are dear
The God of nations be your trust;
The High, the Holy One and Just.
He setteth up and pulleth down,
And each in turn abide his frown;
The eagle here in cowering fear,
Betrays a want of conscience clear.
Take courage, friends, and as you see
The mocking-bird so joyous, free,
Still hope that God is on our side,
And let your trust in him abide.
He speaks, and at his sovereign will,
The storm is laid, the sea is still;
He weighs the cause ‘tween man and man,
And clasps the nation with a span.
Then go to him with praying heart,
Oh! be but faithful on your part,
To God and to yourselves be true,
Your battles he will fight for you.