The Silken Tassel/The Patriot
The Patriot
The fire that burns within a patriot’s heart
No ocean can extinguish; and its flame,
Though rising from an earth of lowly name,
Lights up the highest heavens, and strikes athwart
No ocean can extinguish; and its flame,
Though rising from an earth of lowly name,
Lights up the highest heavens, and strikes athwart
Its truth-unfolding wings in every part.
The one exultant, pure, unconquerable claim
Of Love and Freedom nerves his high-soul’d frame
And keeps him so, for needeth he no art.
The one exultant, pure, unconquerable claim
Of Love and Freedom nerves his high-soul’d frame
And keeps him so, for needeth he no art.
No sword can cut his soul that stands supreme;
No force, no guile can turn him from his path;
No glittering gold, no breastwear glories shine
No force, no guile can turn him from his path;
No glittering gold, no breastwear glories shine
For him his Country’s good his inner dream;
Her greatness doth his outer Vision line,
And rises up to God beyond his death!
Her greatness doth his outer Vision line,
And rises up to God beyond his death!