OH, THE SIGHT ENTRANCING.

Oh, the sight entrancing,

When morning's beam is glancing,

O'er files arrayed

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 arrayed

With helm and blade,

And plumes, in the gay wind dancing.

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 —

Give man but heart and 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 mind 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 arrayed

With helm and blade,

And in Freedom's cause advancing!