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| Are few, but deep and solemn, and they break
Fresh from the fount OF feeling. Percival.


ITO ARMS!'
Awake! arise ye men Of might!


The glorious hour is nigh
Your eagle pauses in his fight,


And screams his battle-cry!
From North to South, from East 10 West,
Send back an answering cheer,
And say farewell TO peace and rest,


And Danish doubt and fear.
Arm arm your country bids you arm!
Fling out your banners free
Let drum and trumpet sound alarm,


O'er mountain, plain, and sea.
March onward from th' Atlantic's shore,
To Rio Grande's tide
Fight as your fathers fought of yore!
Die as your brothers died
Go! vindicate your country's fame


Avenge your country's wrong!
The sons should own deathless name,
To whom such sires belong.
The kindred of the noble dead


As noble deeds should dare
The fields whereon their blood was shed.
A deeper stain must wear.
To arms! to arms ye men Of might,
Away from home, away!
The first and foremost Of the fight


Are sure to win the day!