Classic Poem

When freedom calls in thunder tones,
Far sea to sea replies,
And God the cause of freedom owns
And thunders from the skies.

The highest law is freedom's word,
And where her sons have bled
Each wind-swayed reed becomes a sword
To strike oppression dead.

Holy her cause, and he who fights,
Contending for a clod
Where freedom mourns her ruined rights,
A hero is to God.