The angels fashioned like a star,
And drop at your anointed feet.
TO THE STANDISH GUARDS
OF THE OLD COLONY.
New England’s old three-cornered hat still guards this ancient town,
The men who followed Lafayette are marching up and down.
The spirit born at Lexington, and all the men are here,
With fife and drum, and here they come, and each a brigadier!
The heirs of Freedom ne’er broke ranks, or failed to face the brunt,
In every fight for righteousness our men are at the front;
In every battle fought for peace the past and future meet,