Hated but Faction with her maniac brand,
And loved, with fiery love, his native land.
Rose there a foe dared wrong in her despite,
How eager leaped his soul to do her right!
Her flag his canopy, her tents his home—
The world in arms—why, let the armed world come!
Thus loved he, more than life, and next to Heaven,
The broad, bright land to which that life was given;
And, loving thus and loved, the nation’s pride,
Her hope, her strength, her stay—the patriot died!