And flags o’er freemen springing;
Where few escaped the foeman’s power,
As fail’d the chief and fell the tower,
The land has yet survived the hour
When nerved anew by singing.
All else, at last, with death may meet,—
Brave hearts whose hopes had made them beat,
Like moats beneath the soldiers’ feet,
When victory’s cheers are ringing;
But e’en the dead whose deeds inspire