And throwing darts reproachful, in the eyes But hark! What means that instantaneous roar, Whilst on the breeze the cry of War! War! War! Of battle! On, on they rush, on with impetuous speed, And of the reverend clergy not a few! For weeks the drum and fife rang through the town, Thousands on thousands governed by their reason, So trooped the legions of the North, to quell A little cottage on the village street, A virtuous widow and an honest son, Was treading slowly o'er his grassy way, Backward he turned; she blessed her son, To think that, humble as she was, My child, she said, be true to God; 100 CHOICE SELECTIONS No. 2. UNITED STATES NATIONAL ANTHEM. GOD of the Free! upon Thy breath For Duty still its folds shall fly; No tyrant's impious step is ours; Othus we'll keep our Nation's life, Nor fear the bolt by despots hurled ; The blood of all the world is here, And they who strike us strike the world! God of the Free! our Nation bless For all the struggling of the Earth. Then shout beside thine Oak, O North! Together sing the Nation's Psalm! |