Your Mother is assailed by foes,
Haste, haste, and ward from her the blows:
The assassin’s hand is on the knife,
And parricides assail her life!”
Thus called the watchman from the tower,
And millions answered in that hour;
“Lo! Father Abraham, we come,
Leave wife and children, house and home,
Leave social joys and friends refined,
Rend all the ties the soul can bind;