Classic Poem

On many a breezy height,
In many a bosky dell,
And on the broad, green prairie land,
They lie who bravely fell,
The champions of Liberty,
Fighting, O land we love! for thee.

In many a far-off home,
Beside the lonely hearth,
Fond mothers sit, and think of those
To whom they once gave birth,
Now born into a higher life,
Amid the din of Freedom's strife.

O mothers of the brave!
Whose sons have won renown,
Weep not that they so soon exchanged
Earth for a hero's crown:
Now patriot laurels, nobly won,
Enwreath the brow of each dear son.

And ye who trust in Him
Who saveth evermore,
Hope still to meet those hero sons
Upon a brighter shore:
No war shall scourge that better land,
No sin need God's corrective hand.

When Peace illumes our land,
And Freedom's blessed light
Gleams even from the humblest cot,
Your pathway shall be bright,
Who once your household jewels gave,
O honored mothers of the brave!