Till the records of valor decay;
We must worship its light, for it is our own,
And liberty bursts in its ray.
Shall the name of Washington ever be heard
By a freeman, and thrill not his breast?
Is there one out of bondage that hails not the name
Of Washington, Star of the West?
War! war to the knife—be enthrall’d or ye die!
Was the echo that waked up the land;
But it was not this frenzy that promoted the cry,