The Fourth of July by John Pierpont Day of glory! Welcome Day! Freedom's banners greet thy ray; See! how cheerfully they play With thy morning breeze, On the rocks where pilgrims kneeled, On the heights where squadrons wheeled, When a tyrant's thunder pealed O'er the trembling seas. God of armies! did thy stars On their courses smite his cars; Blast his arm, and wrest his bars From the heaving tide? On our standards! lo! they burn. And, when days like this return, Sparkle o'er the soldier's urn Who for freedom died. God of peace! whose spirit fills All the echoes of our hills, All the murmur of our rills, Now the storm is o'er, O let freemen be our sons, And let future Washingtons Rise, to lead their valiant ones Till there's war no more! American Heritage Library Table of Contents

Back to Our Home Page T H E    I N T E R N E T    B R I G A D E Established April 1995 47671 Whirlpool Square - Potomac Falls, Virginia 20165 Linda Muller - WebMaster http://www.buchanan.org Disclaimer