The star-flag of Freedom streamed full on their path.
The bird to that banner forever allied,
Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the thunder;
And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed,
Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder.
And fiercely their light,
Through the smoke of the fight,
Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight;
And the sun, overtaken by death, shall grow cold,
When the banner we hail is no longer unrolled.