III.

Along the tall mountain, along the tost wave,

Swept the ranks of the bond, swept the ranks of the brave;

And a shout as of waters went up to the dome,

And a sun-drinking banner unfurled,

Like an archangel's pinion flashed out from his home,

Uttered freedom and hope to the world.

O'er the mountain and tide its magnificent fold,

With a terrible glitter of azure and gold,

In the storm and the sunshine forever unrolled.

It blazed in the valley; it blazed on the mast;

It flew like a comrade abroad with the blast;

And the eyes of whole nations were turned to its light;

And the hearts of the multitude soon

Were swayed by its stars as they shone through the night,

Like an ocean when swayed by the moon.