An appeal to arms.In earlier days, when war with fierce alarms
Broke o'er our country's thinly peopled shores,
The stirring cry, “To arms! ye brave, to arms!”
Around her standard brought indignant scores;
The youth unbearded and the bending sire
Went forth with arm of nerve and heart of fire!
From “city full” and mountain solitude
In rallying thousands rushed the patriot throng;
In danger's front like sturdy oaks they stood
And braved the tempest as it swept along;
While from each true, undeviating eye
Flashed out the firm resolve to do or die!
On many a hill, by forest and by stream,
They met the foe and battled for the right;
Fearless of death, home, honor was their theme,
For these they dared the thickest of the fight.
How gloriously did they their cause maintain,
And trample under foot a despot's reign!
Slumbers there not in veins of every son
The zeal that nerved their sires to noblest deeds?
Along our border booms the foeman's gun!
And precious blood for vengeance loudly pleads!
Out from the noisy mart! desert the field!
Nor rest until the foe is made to yield!
Our glorious banner, bathed in patriot's blood,
Apostate legions ruthlessly assail;
By vengeful raid, by fiery ‘whelming flood,
They would o'er all our liberties prevail.
Shall freemen pause, ignobly, basely wait,
While perfidy adjusts the nation's fate?
What though the ties of kindred claim your stay,
The stronger ties of country loudly call!
Brush off the trembling tear and haste away!
Better that friends should grieve than honor fall;
Urge back the foe!-defend our dear domains
Till victory hovers o'er the embattled plains!