Oh the sight entrancing,

When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files array'd

With helm and blade,

And plumes, in the gay wind dancing.

Yet, 't is not helm or feather

For ask yon despot, whether
His plumed bands

Could bring such hands

And hearts as ours together.

Leave pomps to those who need 'em

Give man but heart and freedom,

And proud he braves

The gaudiest slaves

That crawl where monarchs lead 'em.

The sword may pierce the beaver,

Stone walls in time may sever,

'Tis mind alone,

Worth steel and stone,

That keeps men free for ever.

Oh that sight entrancing,

When the morning's beam is glancing

O'er files array'd

With helm and blade,

And in Freedom's cause advancing!

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