ARMENIA.
By Geo. W. Crofts.
Tune: “Maryland, My Maryland.”
Where’er thy martyr blood has run
Armenia!
Shed by the fierce Mohammedan,
Armenia!
There nations gather in their grief—
There would they bring in swift relief—
Oh, may thy agony be brief,
Armenia!
God’s eye of pity glances down,
Armenia!
He sees thy rudely broken crown,
Armenia!
His heart is touched with all thy woes,
His mighty arm will interpose,
He’ll save thee from thy cruel foes,
Armenia!
All o’er thy verdant plains shall spread,
Armenia!
The golden grain where thou hast bled,
Armenia!
Thy harvest song shall yet arise
To him who rules in yonder skies,
Whose ear has heard thy bitter cries,
Armenia!
America extends to thee,
Armenia!
The cordial of her sympathy,
Armenia!
And every soul in this free land
Would give to thee the helping hand,
And near thee in thy sorrow stand,
Armenia!
In this dark hour be brave and strong,
Armenia!
The right shall triumph over wrong,
Armenia!
’Twill not be long till thou shalt see
The glorious dawn of liberty,
When thou shalt be forever free,
Armenia!