Though Music and Song may enliven the gales,
And Joy crown with roses and myrtle the brave;
Like spirits that start from the sleep of the dead,
Our heroes shall rouse when the ’larum shall blow;
Then Freedom’s broad flag on the wind shall be spread,
And Valour’s sword flash in the face of the foe.
Our Eagle shall rise ’mid the whirlwinds of war,
And dart through the dun cloud of battle his eye—
Shall spread his wide wings on the tempest afar,
O’er spirits of valour that conquer or die.