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the nineteenth of april.
Dear is the time of roses, when earth to joy is wed,
And garden-plat and meadow wear one generous flush of red;
But now in dearer beauty, to her ancient colors true,
Blooms the old town of Boston in red and white and blue.
And garden-plat and meadow wear one generous flush of red;
But now in dearer beauty, to her ancient colors true,
Blooms the old town of Boston in red and white and blue.
Along the whole awakening North are those bright emblems spread;
A summer noon of patriotism is burning overhead.
No party badges flaunting now,—no word of clique or clan;
But "Up for God and Union!" is the shout of every man.
A summer noon of patriotism is burning overhead.
No party badges flaunting now,—no word of clique or clan;
But "Up for God and Union!" is the shout of every man.
O, peace is dear to Northern hearts; our hard- earned homes more dear;
But Freedom is beyond the price of any earthly cheer;
And Freedom's flag is sacred;—he who would work it harm,
Let him, although a brother, beware our strong right arm!
But Freedom is beyond the price of any earthly cheer;
And Freedom's flag is sacred;—he who would work it harm,
Let him, although a brother, beware our strong right arm!
