THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

SAY can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous

fight,

O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly stream

ing?

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O! does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam; Its full glory reflected now shines on the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner; O! long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is the band who so vauntingly swore,
'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country they'd leave us no more,
Their blood hath washed out their foul footstep's pollu-

tion;

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No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand

Between our loved home and the war's desolation;
Bless'd with peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a
nation!

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto, "In God is our trust ";
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

FRANCIS SCOTT KEY.

WAR-SONG

FREEDOM calls you! Quick! be ready,

Rouse ye in the name of God!
Onward, onward! strong and steady,—
Dash to earth the oppressor's rod.
Freedom calls, ye brave, ye brave!
Rise, and spurn the name of slave.

Grasp the sword!-its edge is keen;
Seize the gun! its ball is true:
Sweep your land from tyrant clean,—
Haste, and scour it through and through!
Onward, onward! Freedom cries;

Rush to arms,-the tyrant flies.

Freedom calls you! Quick! be ready,-
Think of what your sires have been.
Onward, onward! strong and steady,-
Drive the tyrant to his den!
On! and let the watchwords be,
Country, home, and liberty!

JAMES G. PERCIVAL.

WARREN'S ADDRESS

STAND! the ground's your own, my braves!
Will ye give it up to slaves?
Will ye look for greener graves?
Hope ye mercy still?

What's the mercy despots feel?
Hear it in that battle peal!
Read it on yon bristling steel!
Ask it, ye who will!

Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
Will ye to your homes retire?
Look behind you! they're a-fire!
And, before you, see

Who have done it! From the vale
On they come! and will ye quail?
Leaden rain and leaden hail

Let their welcome be!

In the God of battles trust!
Die we may, and die we must;
But oh, where can dust to dust
Be consigned so well,

As where heaven its dews shall shed
On the martyred patriot's bed,

And the rocks shall raise their head,

Of his deeds to tell!

JOHN PIERPONT.