78. the patriot Mother.
by John Savage.
When o'er the land the battle brandIn Freedom's cause was gleaming, [76]
And everywhere upon the air
The starry flag was streaming,
The widow cried unto her pride:
“Go forth and join the muster
Thank God, my son can bear a gun
To crown his race with lustre I
Go forth! and come again not home,
If by disgrace o'erpowered;
My heart can pray o'er hero's clay,
But never clasp a coward!”
“God bless thee, boy, my pride, my joy,
My old eyes' light and treasure--
Thy father stood 'mid flame and blood
To fill the freeman's measure.
His name thy name — the cause the same,
Go join thy soldier brothers!
Thy blow alone protects not one,
But thousands, wives and mothers.
May every blessing Heaven can yield
Upon thy arms be showered!
Come back a hero from the field,
But never come a coward.”