Beneath thy star, as one of the THIRTEEN,
Land of my lay! through many a battle’s night,
Thy gallant men stepped, steady and serene,
To that war-music’s stern and strong delight.
Where bayonets clenched above the trampled green,
Where sabres grappled in the ocean fight;
In siege, in storm, on deck or rampart, there
They hunted the wolf Danger to his lair,
And sought and won sweet peace, and wreaths for Honor’s hair.
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