Classic Poem

Hail to the cause that in triumph advances,
Pouring the light of its glory afar!
Banner'd and plum'd, lo! the sheen of its lances
'Lumine the steeds and the prow of its car!
Hark! hear it rolling on,
Trumping of battles won —
Won o'er the hosts that have set it at bay!
Shout! it is marching now;
Shout! see its foemen bow!
" God AND OUR CAUSE ! " we are winning the day!

Lo! o'er the field, mark! the foe is preparing
Rank upon rank for another attack;
While God and right he is wickedly daring,
Who from the conflict turns cowardly back?
March to the battle field!
Never, no! never yield,
Dark tho' the cloud of the enemy low'rs!
Strike! and be valiant, then;
Stand to your posts like men;
" God AND OUR CAUSE ! " soon the triumph is ours!

Weapons of war we have cast from the battle;
T RUTH is our armor — our watchword is L OVE ;
Hush'd be the sword and the musquetry's rattle;
All our equipments are drawn from above:
Praise, then, the God of Truth,
Hoar age and ruddy youth!
Praise Him, who flock for our army's increase!
Long may our rally be —
" L OVE, LIGHT, AND LIBERTY , " —
Ever our banner the banner of peace!