But hark! our country on her brave sons calleth,
And if in her defense thy husband falleth,
Let this great glory soothe thy deep distress.
For, when once more our glorious flag is flying
O’er all the land, its envious foes defying,
Transcending e’en its ancient splendor’s pride;
Then, as the people cheer the emblem loudly,
Amongst the matrons thou canst stand up proudly
And say, “for this my noble husband died.”
And when to youth and womanhood upspringing