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Dost thou pause ? Let dastards dally,
Do thou for thy country fight! 'Neath her noble emblem rally—
" God, our country, and our right!" Listen! now her trumpets calling*
On her sons to meet the foe ! Woman's heart is soft and tender,
But 'tis proud and faithful too : Shall she be her land's defender ?
Lover ! Soldier ! up and do !
Seize thy father's ancient falchion,
Which once flashed as freedom's star! 'Til sweet peace—the bow and halcyon—
Stilled the stornry strife of war. Listen ! now thy countrj* 's calling
On her sons to meet the foe ! Sweet is love in moonlight bowers !
Sweet the altar and the flame ! Sweet the Spring-time with her flowers !
Sweeter far the patriot's name !
Should the God who smiles above thee,
Doom thee to a soldier's grave, Hearts will break, but fame will love thee,
Canonized among the brave ! Listen, then ! thy country 's calling
On her sons to meet the foe ! Rather would I view thee lying
On the last red field of strife, 'Mid thy country's heroes dying,
Than become a dastard's wife!