A Psalm of the Union

I. GOD of the Free! upon thy breath Our Flag is for the Right unrolled; Still broad and brave as when its stars First crowned the hallowed time of old: For Honor still their folds shall fly, For Duty still their glories burn, Where Truth, Religion, Freedom guard The patriot’s sword and martyr’s urn. Then shout beside thine oak, O North! O South! wave answer with thy palm; And in our Union’s heritage Together lift the Nation’s psalm! II. How glorious is our mission here! Heirs of a virgin world are we; The chartered lords whose lightuings tame The rocky mount and roaring sea: We march, and Nature’s giants own The fetters of our mighty cars; We look, and lo! a continent Is crouched beneath the Stripes and Stars Then shout beside thine oak, O North! O South! wave answer with thy palm; And in our Union’s heritage Together lft the Nation’s psalm! III. No tyrant’s impious step is ours; No lust of power on nations rolled: Our Flag—for friends a starry sky, For foes a tempest every fold! Oh! thus 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. Then shout beside thine oak, O North! O South! wave answer with thy palm; And in our Union’s heritage Together hft the Nation’s psalm! IV. God of the Free! our Nation bless In its strong manhood as its birth; And make its life a Star of Hope For all the struggling of the Earth: Thou gav’st the glorious Past to us; Oh! let our Present burn as bright, And o’er the mighty Future cast T~uth’s, Honor’s, Freedom’s holy light I Then shout beside thine oak, 0 North! 0 South! wave answer with thy palm; And in our Union’s heritage Together 4ft the Nation’s psalm!