“ But say, shall brave millions ay bow to oppression,
And weep out existence in sorrow and pain.
No—mark the brave sons of the land of Columbia,
Their broad spreading eagle fair freedom unfolds.
Their rich glowing vallies are sounding with gladness!
And each toiling peasant sweet plenty beholds.
O come, ye Spartans! tho’ dreary the prospect,
Come, for our children demand no delay;
Arouse! or our country will fall into ruins,
And grim-eyed oppression will hail the dark day. ”