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Wayland (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 227
86. a Psalm of Freedom. by Rev. E. H. Sears, of Wayland, mass. Still wave our streamer's glorious folds O'er all the brave and true, Though ten dim stars have turned to blood On yonder field of blue. It is our nation's judgment-day That makes her stars to fall; And all the dead start from their graves At Freedom's trumpet-call. Lo, on the thunders of the storm She rides,--an angel strong; “Now my swift day of reckoning comes Now ends the slaver's wrong. “ Lift up your heads, ye faithful ones, For now your prayers prevail; Ye faithless, hear the tramp of Doom, And dread the iron hail! “God's last Messiah comes apace, In Freedom's awful name; He parts the tribes to right and left, To glory or to shame.” Then wave the streamer's gallant folds O'er all the brave and true, Till all the stars shine out again On yonder field o
E. H. Sears (search for this): chapter 227
86. a Psalm of Freedom. by Rev. E. H. Sears, of Wayland, mass. Still wave our streamer's glorious folds O'er all the brave and true, Though ten dim stars have turned to blood On yonder field of blue. It is our nation's judgment-day That makes her stars to fall; And all the dead start from their graves At Freedom's trumpet-call. Lo, on the thunders of the storm She rides,--an angel strong; “Now my swift day of reckoning comes Now ends the slaver's wrong. “ Lift up your heads, ye faithful ones, For now your prayers prevail; Ye faithless, hear the tramp of Doom, And dread the iron hail! “God's last Messiah comes apace, In Freedom's awful name; He parts the tribes to right and left, To glory or to shame.” Then wave the streamer's gallant folds O'er all the brave and true, Till all the stars shine out again On yonder field o