LYRICS OF LOYALTY. 停 OUR COUNTRY'S CALL. BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. AY down the axe, fling by the spade : For arms like yours were fitter now; Quit the light task, and learn to wield The horseman's crooked brand, and rein The charger on the battle-field. Our country calls; away! away! To where the blood-stream blots the green. Strike to defend the gentlest sway That Time in all his course has seen. 1 2 OUR COUNTRY'S CALL. See, from a thousand coverts see Spring the armed foes that haunt her track; They rush to smite her down, and we Ho! sturdy as the oaks ye cleave, His serried ranks shall reel before And ye who breast the mountain storm By grassy steep or highland lake, Come, for the land ye love, to form A bulwark that no foe can break. And ye, whose homes are by her grand |