The whole united in the single name
Of country! ever our support must claim.
Poor is the soul who could outlive the day
When honour called him, and he shunn’d the fray;
Poor is the man who yet could wish to live
When to his country death would glory give!
Pardon, O God! thou righteous Judge of all,
If willing we obey our country’s call,
Though ill-prepared; for Thou didst plant these laws,
And to Thy mercy we submit our cause!