II.

Upon the tall mountain, upon the tost wave,

It was heard by the fettered, and heard by the brave;

It was heard in the cottage, and heard in the hall,

And its chime gave a glorious summons to all.

The old sabre was sharpened, the time-rusted blade

Of the bond started out in the pioneer's glade,

Like the herald of wrath—and the host was arrayed!