IN former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful
Life,
But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death.
And now, Life, Pride, Love, Patriotism and Death,
To you, O FREEDOM, purport of all!
(You that elude me most–refusing to be caught in songs of mine,)
I offer all to you.
‘Tis not for nothing, Death,
I sound out you, and words of you, with daring tone–embodying you,
In my new Democratic chants–keeping you for a close,
For last impregnable retreat–a citadel and tower, 10
For my last stand–my pealing, final cry.
