George Pope Morris

(1802-1864 / USA)

Union. - Poem by George Pope Morris

This word beyond all others,
Makes us love our country most,
Makes us feel that we are brothers,
And a heart-united host!--
With hosanna let our banner
From the house-tops be unfurled,
While the nation holds her station
With the mightiest of the world!
Take your harps from silent willows,
Shout the chorus of the free;
'States are all distinct as billows,
Union one--as is the sea!'

From the land of groves that bore us
He's a traitor who would swerve!
By the flag now waving o'er us
We the compact will preserve!
Those who gained it and sustained it,
Were unto each other true,
And the fable well is able
To instruct us what to do!
Take your harps from silent willows,
Shout the chorus of the free;
'States are all distinct as billows,
Union one--as is the sea!'


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 6, 2010



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