Let the trump of Fame <br />Now to their memory swell, <br />Who, in Freedom's name, <br />Fought and bravely fell! <br />On the heroes moved, <br />With death on every side;- <br />For the land they loved <br />They died,-they died. <br />Round the names of all, <br />Shall honor's chaplets green, <br />Here, in Freedom's Hall, <br />Freshly wreathed be seen, <br />Till all the nations raise <br />The shout, like ocean's roar, <br />That Right our sceptre sways, <br />And 'Slavery reigns no more.' <br /> <br /> <br />When the patriot dead, <br />Who, in their glory rest, <br />From their lowly bed, <br />In ghostly garments drest, <br />Come up, and, at our call, <br />This festive board surround,- <br />Shall they see this Hall <br />In wassail drowned? <br />Can man, to Freedom true, <br />Prove false to Virtue's laws?- <br />In our fathers' view <br />Come, pledge the Temperance Cause! <br />Wine is Freedom's foe! <br />Hence let the recreant fly, <br />Lest, by the traitor's blow, <br />She, in HER CRADLE, die!<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymns-and-odes-for-temperance-occasions-viii/
