A glorious day is breaking, <br />Upon our sinful earth, <br />Our land to life is waking, <br />With shouts of joy and mirth; <br />Our army is preparing <br />To meet the rising sun, <br />On all its banners bearing <br />The name of Washington. <br /> <br /> <br />We meet to day in gladness:- <br />As moves our host along, <br />No note of painful sadness <br />Is mingled with our song; <br />This day, renowned in story, <br />The day of freedom's birth, <br />We hail in all its glory, <br />We highly prize its worth. <br /> <br /> <br />The temp'rance flag is waving, <br />O'er valley, hill, and plain, <br />Where ocean's sons are braving, <br />The dangers of the main; <br />The pledge, the pledge, is given <br />To float on every breeze, <br />Waft it, propitious heaven, <br />O'er all the earth and seas. <br /> <br /> <br />Our cause, our cause, is gaining <br />New laurels every day; <br />The youthful mind we're training, <br />To walk in virtue's way; <br />Old age, and sturdy manhood, <br />Are with us heart and hand, <br />Then let us all united <br />In one firm phalanx stand.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fourth-of-july-washingtonian-song/
