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Yorktown (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 128
his prophecies Of failure of free government — and long, Yes, long before the tyrant struggling dies, Will innovation's cheering, strengthening song, From his own people rise, a liberated throng. O solid keystone of the Union's arch! Will any dare to scoff or scorn at thee? Where are the warriors whose victorious march Secured for us our sacred liberty? Hark!--call them from their resting-place to be The judges of the man who dares deny Unto this useful code supremacy; From Bunker Hill and Yorktown they pass by, And blast the traitorous wretch, with lightning in each eye. Thou art the heart of all this mighty land! Thou art the soul of freedom and of right! Thou art our ruler; at thy high command The people raise their voice to praise or blight. Thine is the arm of law and warring might, The all that is American thou art! And if in foreign war or civil fight, Columbia's arm will shield her noble heart, The fierce and bloody strife will but new strength impart. Where art thou, mighty o
Valley Forge (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 128
he traitorous wretch, with lightning in each eye. Thou art the heart of all this mighty land! Thou art the soul of freedom and of right! Thou art our ruler; at thy high command The people raise their voice to praise or blight. Thine is the arm of law and warring might, The all that is American thou art! And if in foreign war or civil fight, Columbia's arm will shield her noble heart, The fierce and bloody strife will but new strength impart. Where art thou, mighty one, whose noble form At Valley Forge, was bowed in fervent prayer? That never bowed before the battle's storm, But humbly sought the God of battles there; Then sought the British lion in his lair? And when at Princeton, on the cheeks of those Thy countrymen — thou saw'st by morning's glare A blanching! Then thy mighty form uprose, With flaming eye and cheek, and led them to their foes. Dost thou not from the spirit-land above, Watch thy proud child of freedom, and behold, With kind remembrance and undying love, Thy Governme
Springfield, O. (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 128
om afar! And mark the tears of sons of Washington. Cursed be the hand that's ever raised to mar The title to our birthright — let the sun Ne'er rise to witness such destruction if begun. And let the cannon's awful thunder sound, Now beating in wild ways through freedom's air, Startle the people to a thought profound, To watch the brazen war-cloud's sullen glare. And let not souls be sinking with despair; For twice before the cannon's fearful roar Omened the breaking of a day more fair Of constitutional liberty — what more Should stir the ruler's soul who sways upon this shore? For this, our fathers fought, and bled, and died; And this is ours by dying testament. And if for this our soldiers side by side Are shedding blood, and living in the tent, Then victory to our armies will be sent. But if a vile ambition sheds our gore, In vain are noble hearts asunder rent! In vain our fathers' graves are trampled o'er! Since God has never owned the wrong upon this shore. East-Springfield, Ohio
Bunker Hill (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 128
he weakness of his prophecies Of failure of free government — and long, Yes, long before the tyrant struggling dies, Will innovation's cheering, strengthening song, From his own people rise, a liberated throng. O solid keystone of the Union's arch! Will any dare to scoff or scorn at thee? Where are the warriors whose victorious march Secured for us our sacred liberty? Hark!--call them from their resting-place to be The judges of the man who dares deny Unto this useful code supremacy; From Bunker Hill and Yorktown they pass by, And blast the traitorous wretch, with lightning in each eye. Thou art the heart of all this mighty land! Thou art the soul of freedom and of right! Thou art our ruler; at thy high command The people raise their voice to praise or blight. Thine is the arm of law and warring might, The all that is American thou art! And if in foreign war or civil fight, Columbia's arm will shield her noble heart, The fierce and bloody strife will but new strength impart. Where art
The Constitution. by Alexander H. Morrison. Hail!--thou eternal platform of the right! Whose planks are battle-fields of old renown, Where justice gained bright victories over might, And hurled defiance at a tyrant's crown. Yes, crushed and beat the bold oppressor down; And the young States, whose liberty was bought Unconquered, and unshrinking from the frown Of Europe's monarchs, nobly, faithful wrought Their blood-bought rights into this pyramid of thought. And who will raise his eyes and look afar O'er the broad plains and rivers of our land, And see for every State a blazing star Gemming our flag, that waves on every strand- Sees binding all the Constitution's band Into one mighty whole — will dare to say One word, and much less raise his impious hand Against that glorious sun, whose livening ray Sheds o'er Columbia's sons the light of freedom's day. Thou mighty fortress of a people free! A rock upon whose solid front may break The billows of oppression ceaselessly, And never c
Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 128
stitution's band Into one mighty whole — will dare to say One word, and much less raise his impious hand Against that glorious sun, whose livening ray Sheds o'er Columbia's sons the light of freedom's day. Thou mighty fortress of a people free! A rock upon whose solid front may break The billows of oppression ceaselessly, And nevpeople raise their voice to praise or blight. Thine is the arm of law and warring might, The all that is American thou art! And if in foreign war or civil fight, Columbia's arm will shield her noble heart, The fierce and bloody strife will but new strength impart. Where art thou, mighty one, whose noble form At Valley Forge, was by yearn? O thou — and those who girt thy form around- In battle and in council not too soon Your warning voices thunder from the ground, And shake the silence of Columbia's noon: Oh! tell thy heirs, the precious, cherished boon Of liberty to them to guard is given, While beam the stars on high, or shines the moon Upon the land so
Princeton, N. J. (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 128
ple raise their voice to praise or blight. Thine is the arm of law and warring might, The all that is American thou art! And if in foreign war or civil fight, Columbia's arm will shield her noble heart, The fierce and bloody strife will but new strength impart. Where art thou, mighty one, whose noble form At Valley Forge, was bowed in fervent prayer? That never bowed before the battle's storm, But humbly sought the God of battles there; Then sought the British lion in his lair? And when at Princeton, on the cheeks of those Thy countrymen — thou saw'st by morning's glare A blanching! Then thy mighty form uprose, With flaming eye and cheek, and led them to their foes. Dost thou not from the spirit-land above, Watch thy proud child of freedom, and behold, With kind remembrance and undying love, Thy Government's strong principles unfold, Wherever our bright banner is unrolled, Causing the hearts of the oppressed to burn With fervent zeal, that never will grow cold, Until the groaning mil
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 128
n: Oh! tell thy heirs, the precious, cherished boon Of liberty to them to guard is given, While beam the stars on high, or shines the moon Upon the land so favored of high heaven; For which that Constitution from tyrant's hands was riven! And tell them, too, that that old Ship of State Must pass the rocks and shoals of civil war; And if it sinks, then freedom shares its fate, And darkness soon must cover every star. Hark! hear the wail of millions from afar! And mark the tears of sons of Washington. Cursed be the hand that's ever raised to mar The title to our birthright — let the sun Ne'er rise to witness such destruction if begun. And let the cannon's awful thunder sound, Now beating in wild ways through freedom's air, Startle the people to a thought profound, To watch the brazen war-cloud's sullen glare. And let not souls be sinking with despair; For twice before the cannon's fearful roar Omened the breaking of a day more fair Of constitutional liberty — what more Should stir the
Alexander H. Morrison (search for this): chapter 128
The Constitution. by Alexander H. Morrison. Hail!--thou eternal platform of the right! Whose planks are battle-fields of old renown, Where justice gained bright victories over might, And hurled defiance at a tyrant's crown. Yes, crushed and beat the bold oppressor down; And the young States, whose liberty was bought Unconquered, and unshrinking from the frown Of Europe's monarchs, nobly, faithful wrought Their blood-bought rights into this pyramid of thought. And who will raise his eyes and look afar O'er the broad plains and rivers of our land, And see for every State a blazing star Gemming our flag, that waves on every strand- Sees binding all the Constitution's band Into one mighty whole — will dare to say One word, and much less raise his impious hand Against that glorious sun, whose livening ray Sheds o'er Columbia's sons the light of freedom's day. Thou mighty fortress of a people free! A rock upon whose solid front may break The billows of oppression ceaselessly, And never