OUR COUNTRY’S CALL.

Tune—“Hail, Columbia.”

Awake! ye sons of freedom, rise!

Can ye not hear your country’s cries?

Were ye but told that foes invade,

That rifles flash and deadly blade

Seek to destroy her glorious peace,

How swift your arms to bring release!

Strengthen your arms! lest dangers come

More fearful than the victim’s doom;

Lest faction riot through our land,

Lest brother, slain by brother’s hand,

Calls loud to Heaven for vengeance on

This happiest nation ’neath the sun.

Shall this, our land so gifted, be

Cramped by a section’s tyranny?

Shall North, or South, or East, or West,

Claim despotism o’er the rest?

Nay, let us now and ever be

Joined in fond equality.

Our fathers fought for liberty,

They bled and died, and now shall we

Deny to others what they gave

To us, their children, from the grave?

Can we still cherish Slavery,

And call our country still, “The Free?”

Then, onward! patriots, poll-ward, on!

Till your glorious cause be won,

On! for right and liberty,

On! for just equality,

On! and let the watchword be,

“Lincoln! Hamlin! Victory!”