Your country calls! you must obey her voice!
A recreant he who shrinks from such a call;
Since she enshrines our homes, our loves, our all;
Next after God, our country is our choice;
And Heaven forbid, it ever should be said,
That we, Columbia’s matrons, felt dismayed!
And let not love
Of wife or children you from duty keep;
What, though your absence lonely here we weep;
Th’ all-seeing eye will guard us from above;