Is Liberty, firmly abiding, a peerless memorial of those
Who turned from their calm avocations to cheerfully hurry away;
For a grateful people preserving the freedom we cherish to-day.
We see them; lo! here is a father, a brother, a lover, a friend,
They are marching, and marching, and marching till their kindred forces blend;
And boldly they strive to press forward, unawed by the battle's dread din,
So ready to struggle and suffer, to struggle and suffer and win.
Steadfast and faithful and fearless, though every advantage they gain
Is a legacy, cruel, of sorrow to the loved ones of the slain.
Hark! to the booming of cannon, to the shrill piercing scream of a shell,