And the spell it gave to the stricken slave
Was in one strong word—“Unite.”
Ho! ho! ho! etc.
Though the wind howl free o’er a single tree
Till it bends beneath its frown—
For many a day it will howl away
Ere a forest be stricken down.
Ho! ho! ho! etc.
By the martyred dead, who for Freedom bled,
By all that man deems divine,