  Oh! wake to the sound of our Nation’s appeal! ’Tis the loud voice of Freedom that calls! Shall her sons fall asleep with the rust on their steel, Shall the quick pulse of life no emotion reveal, While the slave-driver reigns in our Halls? ’Tis the voice of the brave who at Lexington bled, That calls on their sons to be brave! ’Tis the blood of our brethren at Leavenworth shed, ’Tis the life-stream that flowed from our Senator’s head, Shall the nation that gave to great Washington birth, And exults in the sound of his name, Shall the Freemen who boast of their valor and worth, Be the sport and the mock of a slaveholder’s mirth, When he gives Bunker Hill to the shame? No! a fame more exalted our Country awaits, While we honor the chief of our choice! Brave Lincoln shall stand at fair Liberty’s gate, And beat back the sword of the insolent fates, And the hearts of the Free shall rejoice! His crown with the gems of our love we impearl! To his worth and his valor we bow; O’er his head the proud Flag of the Free we unfurl, And a garland of glory shall gracefully curl In a wreath to adorn his fair brow; Then our land shall repose in the glorious light Of her fame and her liberty won! The Genius of Freedom shall stand on her height, And wave back the tempest of discord and night, With the clouds that obscure our bright sun. |
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