Freston
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Has led the way to liberty,
Through pathways rough and thorny.
She has bound on the trusty sword,
While striving sobs to smother,—
Let others beg the hero's kiss,
I'd rather kiss his mother.
Through pathways rough and thorny.
She has bound on the trusty sword,
While striving sobs to smother,—
Let others beg the hero's kiss,
I'd rather kiss his mother.
If he had failed and won no crown,
If fame had passed him over,
If on the scroll of names renowned,
The stars and stripes float over,
He found no place but gave his life
For right like many another,
He still had been a hero bright,
In the sad heart of his mother.
If fame had passed him over,
If on the scroll of names renowned,
The stars and stripes float over,
He found no place but gave his life
For right like many another,
He still had been a hero bright,
In the sad heart of his mother.
How brief the time since that wild cry
Of War! set pulses thrilling,
And yet, how many daring deeds
Are history's pages filling!
Now all the world stands still to gaze,
On this young country's glory;
No brutal deed has dimmed its blaze,
No traitor marred its story,
Of War! set pulses thrilling,
And yet, how many daring deeds
Are history's pages filling!
Now all the world stands still to gaze,
On this young country's glory;
No brutal deed has dimmed its blaze,
No traitor marred its story,
And lo! beyond the murky haze,
Of suffering, death and sorrow,
Sweet Peace uplifts her starry gaze,
Of suffering, death and sorrow,
Sweet Peace uplifts her starry gaze,
