Corruption’s shrunk bands to their caverns are driven;
As chaff in the tempest they flee,
While full on the ear, ’neath the glad smile of heaven,
Break the shouts and the march of the Free!
No banners are lifted, no trumpets are sounding,
As that host in its triumph moves on;
And the burst of deep joy from each valley resounding,
Tells how tearless the victory’s won.
As trembles the earth to its mighty emotion,
More firm grows each Patriot knee;