A SONG OF THE DEMOCRACY

BY oHAs. O. WATERS, NJ. D.
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 We eome-but not with revel shout No madd'ning Bacchal song No wild and frenzlod cry rings out Our serried ranks along. But heart with heart and hand with hand We onward preserve court the fight \ bold--a true-a faithful band In Freedoms name-in Freedoms right. We come-the weapons of the free Are in each hard and brawny hand, And falling sure and silently

 They sweep corruption from the land. Our leader we of yore have found First in the fight and faithful ever; With heart and hand we rally round One who can prove reereant never We come--and OCT us proudly waves The banner that our fathers bore To conquest or to patriot graves When British miniens thronged our shore. Yes--laithiul hearts now throng thee round, Thou banner of the brave and free; With high resolve each heart is bound To conquer-or to fall with thee We come-we come-a mighty throng uil-pledged 10 Freedoms sacred cause, Our hearts are true-our hands are strong We fight for equal rights and laws The heritage our fathers gave, The holy prize for which they bled, Their sons shall guard-er gory grave Shall close above each freeman's head. Then proudly raise our standard high, And ev'ry mountain-ev'ry glen Shall echo back our ralying cry, And Triumph gown our Cause again. Yes-boldly be our banner flung, And firm let ev'ry freeman be, Soon-soon shall leap from ev'ry tongue The thrilling shout of Victory.

 Hapefseilie, ~. r, Nay ljii.