Millions rising o'er their fall!
Brothers, on! till, bless'd as we,
They've plenty, peace, and Liberty!"
Mrs. R. Balmanno.
"E'en now the word that rous'd our land
Is calling o'er the waves, 'Awake!'
And pealing on from strand to strand,
Wherever ocean surges break.
Up to the quicken'd car of toil
It rises from the teeming soil,