OH THE SIGHT ENTRANCING. I. OH, the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing With helm and blade, And plumes, in the gay wind dancing! When hearts are all high beating, And the trumpet's voice repeating That song, whose breath May lead to death, But never to retreating! Oh the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing O'er files, array'd With helm and blade, And plumes, in the gay wind dancing! II. Yet, 'tis not helm or feather For ask yon despot, whether His plumed bands Could bring such hands And hearts as ours together. Leave pomps to those who need 'em— Adorn but Man with freedom, And proud he braves The gaudiest slaves, That crawl, where monarchs lead 'em. The sword may pierce the beaver, Stone walls in time may sever, 'Tis heart alone, Worth steel and stone, That keeps men free for ever! Oh that sight entrancing, When the morning's beam is glancing O'er files, array'd With helm and blade, And in Freedom's cause advancing! |