An echo floats down from the mountains, <br />And finds on the prairies release; <br />An echo whose wonderful burden <br />Is "Victory! Liberty! Peace!" <br /> <br />The glorious trio, behold they are comming! <br />Their heralds are standing e'en now at the door: <br />[Are coming, are coming, are coming, are coming once more.] <br /> <br />Go tell the lone watchers of earth, they are coming <br />To bless us -- be with us -- forsake us no more. <br />[Are coming, are coming, are coming, are coming once more.] <br /> <br />"Glory to God in the highest!" <br />And the people shall answer "Amen!" <br />Columbia's Guardian Angels <br />Return to their empire again. <br /> <br />The banner hangs high in the heavens, <br />The beacon commences to burn; <br />The shout of the freedman goes upward, <br />To welcome their waited return. <br /> <br />The stronghold of Tyranny trembles -- <br />Her minions retire in dismay, <br />Like spectors that fade in the darkness, <br />Before the arrival of day. <br /> <br />They bring us the place among nations, <br />Our ancestors gave us before; <br />The birthright that some would have barter'd, <br />They now in its fullness restore. <br /> <br />They bring us the blessing of blessings, <br />Which few were looking to see -- <br />A firm and unchangeable Union, <br />In fact, as in theory, free!<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/columbia-s-guardian-angels/
