Shake out each starry fold;
Summon the stalwart soldiers forth,
The mighty, and the bold--
The bell of Freedom from its tower
Its solemn call has tolled.
The sound sweeps wildly o'er the land,
Sweeps o'er the bounding sea;
It echoes, from each mountain-top,
The anthem of the free;
It snaps the chain which sin has forged
It sings for liberty.
 Marshal the legions for the fight,
The youthful and the brave;
Stand for the noble and the right,
The glorious Union save:
Stand for the cause for which their blood
Our patriot fathers gave.
Dread not the angry foeman's rage,
Dread not the tempest's crash;
Dread not the billows, though the cliffs
Along the shore they lash;
Dread not the awful thunder's roar,
Nor lightnings' piercing flash.
Above the cloud, the brilliant sky
Shines in immortal blue;
And light, like Heaven's approving smile,
Streams, in its glory, through;
Be patient, till the strife is o'er;
Have faith to dare and do.
With willing heart Heaven's high behest
Fulfil without alarm;
The foe has planted for our hand,
And nursed the conqueror's palm;
And He that bade the sea “Be still,”
The stormy waves will calm.
Then fling the banner to the wind--
The emblem of the free;
Strike the sweet harp-tones that proclaim
The reign of Liberty;
And bid the melody rebound
From every trembling key.
And count each star that studs the blue,
Whate'er the past has been,
A wayward wanderer, welcomed back,
To fill its place again ;--
A loving band of sister-lights,
Just like the Old Thirteen.
Strike not one jewel from the crest
The loving mother wore;
Reset the gems upon her breast,
Each where it stood before.
Clasp in the glorious cynosure,
The whole dear Thirty-Four.