33. Alarum.
Men of America,Up from your slumbers!
Dash the thick mist away,
Each soul that cumbers!
Freedom is yet alive!
Wake, in her name to strive;
Swarm from each busy hive
Resistless numbers.
Were we not freemen born--
Hero-descended?
When shall the hiss of scorn,
Our fame have ended?
The soil of Washington
Traitors should harbor none!
Though all our rivers run
With crimson blended.
Our realm is half a world;
Ocean to ocean!
Shall our flag now be furled
'Mid war's commotion?
No! let our Chief's command,
Over broad lake and land,
Rouse every freeman's hand,
Each heart's devotion?
Up! up for Liberty!
The battle rages
Of our land's history
Blood stains the pages.
Death may be welcome now;
Though cold the laurel'd brow,
Men to its fame shall bow
All through the ages.
[38] From caitiff fear or flight,
Good Lord, deliver!
By truce with traitor might,
Give us peace, never!
Rather go down to dust,
As in the end we must,
Placing in God our trust,
Freemen for ever!
--Vanity Fair.
