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Firm as the earth's foundations rest
The pillars of our State, Based on those virtues which alone
Make men and nations great. So shall that sacred bond sublime,
Which binds our States in one, Resist the stormy shock of time,
And stand while shines the sun. God keep these States, &c.
BY S. SKEMP.
ASK me the song I wish to sing ;
'T is that which made the Union ring, When Victory's song arose and burst In thunders from the Iowa First,
At Wilson's Creek.
The key-note struck, the music roll'd, Where'er the flag the stars unfold; Above the flag, above the stars, The song arose above old Mars, Thanks to Belmont.