I Hear America Singing ♫
YE sons of sires who fought and bled
For liberty and glory,
Whose fame shall ever wider spread
Till Time is bent and hoary—
Awake to meet th’ invading foe!
Rouse at the call of danger!
Beat down again his standard low,
And backward hurl the stranger!
They knew no fear, those sires of old—
‘Mid swords and bayonets clashing,
Still high they bore their banner’s fold,
Its stars, like lightnings, flashing.
Be like those sires!—With free-born might.
Renew the deeds of story!
Who lives shall win a wreath of light—
Who falls shall sleep in glory!
—The Dream of a Day, and Other Poems,
“Songs for National Airs,”
James G. Percival (1843).