“INDEPENDENCE DAY.”

Oh, Freedom is a blessed thing!
And men have marched in stricken fields,
And fought, and bled, to nobly grasp
The glorious fruit that freedom yields.
Then let the banner float the air,
The fairest ones of freedom’s types—
The stars are fading one by one—
What matter? We have still the stripes!
Oh! happy men of Maryland,
Remember! we have still the stripes!

Why heed the cannon in your streets,
The bayonets that block your way?
Rejoice, for you were free men once,
And this is, “Independence Day.”
Then let the banner float the air,
The fairest one of freedom’s types—
The stars are fading one by one—
What matter? we have still the stripes!
Oh! happy men of Maryland,
Remember! we have still the stripes!