Lest brother, slain by brother’s hand,

Calls loud to Heaven for vengeance on

This happiest nation ’neath the sun.

Shall this, our land so gifted, be

Cramped by a section’s tyranny?

Shall North, or South, or East, or West,

Claim despotism o’er the rest?

Nay, let us now and ever be

Joined in fond equality.

Our fathers fought for liberty,