Classic Poem

This is the morn — the glorious morn
When Freedom nerved for strife;
Put to her lips her clarion horn
And woke a land to life!
Then let the bell its music swell, —
The gun its thunder chime!
This day of days our children's praise
Shall have to latest time.

This is the morn — the glorious morn
Broke scepter and the rod;
When freemen faced a tyrant's scorn
And thanked A LMIGHTY G OD !
Then let the bell, &c.

This is the morn — the glorious morn
Dispelled Oppression's night;
When L IBERTY , the heaven-born,
Baptized us into light.
Then let the bell, &c.

This is the day — the blessed day
That first our flag unfurled;
Spread forth its starry folds to play, —
The wonder of the world.
Then let the bell, &c.

This is the day — the blessed day
When every patriot should
Think on his sires' victorious way
Thro' terrors, fire, and blood!
Then let the bell, &c.

This is the day — the blessed day
Whose memories shall burn
Bright on my heart , till shrouding clay
Shall " dust to dust" return!
Then let the bell its music swell —
The gun its thunder chime!
This day of days our children's praise
Shall have to latest time.