Warren's Appeal

Comrades! they come,—
The invaders, fierce and strong!
Hear ye that trump and drum?
They come to do us wrong!
Shall we to tyrant power succumb?

No! calm and still
Await the advancing foe;
And then, with iron will,
Deal death at every blow,
And wrap in lurid flame the hill!

Forsake it not,—
That standard of the free;
Nor let dishonor blot
Its matchless chivalry:
Where'er it waves, defend the spot!

Our country, wives
And children, the strong ties
That bind us, hearts and lives,
Demand that we despise
Danger and death, while hope survives.

Rather than yield,
Let us resolve to die
Upon the battle-field,
Trusting to God on high,
Who is our buckler and our shield.
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