Face to the Indian arrows. Face to the Prussian guns, From then till now the Pilgrim’s vow Has held the Pilgrim’s sons. He braved the red man’s ambush, He loosed the black man’s chain; His spirit broke King George’s yoke And the battleships of Spain. He crossed the seething ocean; He dared the death-strewn track; He charged in the hell of Saint Mihiel And hurled the tyrant back. For the voice of the lonely Pilgrim Who knelt upon the strand A people hears three hundred years In the conscience of the land. Daughter of Truth and mother of Courage, Conscience, all hail! Heart of New England, strength of the Pilgrims, Thou shalt prevail. Look how the empires rise and fall! Athens robed in her learning and beauty, Rome in her royal lust for power— Each has flourished for her little hour, Risen and fallen and ceased to be. What of her by the Western Sea, Born and bred as the child of Duty, Sternest of them all? She it is and she alone Who built on faith as her corner stone; Of all the nations none but she Knew that the truth shall make us free. Daughter of Courage, mother of heros, Freedom divine. Light of New England, Star of the Pilgrim, Still shalt thou shine. Yet even as we in our pride rejoice, Hark to the prophet’s warning voice: “The Pilgrim’s thrift is vanished And the Pilgrim’s faith is dead, And the Pilgrim’s God is banished, And Mammon reigns in his stead; And work is damned as an evil, And men and women cry, In their restless haste, ‘Let us spend and waste, And live; for to-morrow we die.’ “And law is trampled under; And the nations stand aghast, As they hear the distant thunder Of the storm that marches fast; And we,—whose ocean borders Shut off the sound and the sight, We will wait for marching orders; The world has seen us fight; We have earned our days of revel; ‘On with the dance’! we cry. It is pain to think; we will eat and drink! And live; for to-morrow we die.” “We have laughed in the eyes of danger; We have given our bravest and best; We have succored the starving stranger; Others shall heed the rest.’ And the revel never ceases; And the nations hold their breath; And our laughter peals, and the mad world reels, To a carnival of death. “Slaves of sloth and the senses, Clippers of Freedom’s wings, Come back to the Pilgrim’s Army And fight for the King of Kings; Come back to the Pilgrim’s conscience; Be born in the nation’s birth; And strive again as simple men For the freedom of the earth. Freedom a free-born nation still shall cherish, Be this our covenant, unchanging, sure: Earth shall decay; the firmament shall perish; Freedom and Truth immortal shall endure.” Land of our fathers, when the tempest rages, When the wide earth is racked with war and crime, Founded forever on the Rock of Ages, Beaten in vain by surging seas of time, Even as the shallop on the breakers riding, Even as the Pilgrim kneeling on the shore, Firm in thy faith and fortitude abiding, Hold thou thy children free forever more.