Awake, sons—daughters of Freedom,
What need of a longer delay?
Arise—prepare for the battle,
Your country calls you—obey.
What need of a longer delay?
Arise—prepare for the battle,
Your country calls you—obey.
Ah, the enemy laughs; for protection
He claims, neath the red and white bars;
Fight, fight till he's banished forever,
From each state in the blue field of stars.
He claims, neath the red and white bars;
Fight, fight till he's banished forever,
From each state in the blue field of stars.
Peace
Despair not, gentle sister,
Tho' faint with the heat of the day;
Tho' scorched and withered the roses,
Whose thorns pierce thy feet on the way.
Tho' faint with the heat of the day;
Tho' scorched and withered the roses,
Whose thorns pierce thy feet on the way.
Still bravely struggle, my sister,
The pain at thy heart shall cease;
Thou shalt hear in thy deepest anguish
The voice of the Master—"Peace."
The pain at thy heart shall cease;
Thou shalt hear in thy deepest anguish
The voice of the Master—"Peace."
Find rest in this peace, sweet sister,
Thou art worn with the toil of the day;
The roses died in life's morning,
The thorns pierce thy feet on the way.
Thou art worn with the toil of the day;
The roses died in life's morning,
The thorns pierce thy feet on the way.
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