And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance; Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall; And cowering foes shall shrink beneath Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Each dying wanderer of the sea, Shall look at once to heaven and thee, In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free, heart's hope and home ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven! Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us? With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? |