Of brave and free the honored home![c]
Our land! oh may its boundless space
Be homes for men of Abraham’s race;
Men who are “Israelites indeed!”
God purge our troubled land with speed;
Strike every grov’ling traitor dead,
And clear it of the copperhead![d]
And you, ye watchdogs of the press,
Ye “friends of virtue in distress”
Who preach a homily each day