127. the Nation's call.
by Jesse H. Berry.“To arms!” the voice of Freedom calls,
Nor calls in vain;
Up, from the fields, the shops, the halls,
The busy street, the city walls,
Rush martial men.
Throbbing and quick, the nation's heart
And gathering on the nation's brow
A fearful thunder-cloud of wrath,
Illumed by lightning flashes, now
Marks in majesty and awe the path
Waving in grandeur o'er these hosts,
The Stripes and Stars!
God of the bold, the brave, the free,
Who nerved our fathers for the fight,
Grant to us still, our liberty,
An arm to strike for every right;--
These are our prayers.