Thank God‘ tis so! for now we know
All compromise is ended.
List Lincoln's call, then freemen, all
Who have from braves descended.
Your Stripes and Stars, ye gallant tars,
Keep proudly o'er you waving;
Strike for the right with all your might,
Stern danger freely braving!
Ye Soldier hosts, stand to your posts
Like Anderson, unflinching.
Those Southern foes need heavy blows
To cure them of their “lynching.”
A traitor's fate may them await,
But yet their monstrous madness
May work you woe for aught ye know,
And fill the world with sadness.
Innocent blood — of this a flood
For vengeance loud is calling!
And God's light hand shall blast that land
With plagues the most appalling,
Which dares to hold from love of gold
Poor slaves in galling fetters!
Rise, East — West — North! Your might put forth,
For you are Freedom's debtors!