God bless our home, land of the free,
And those who rule, who e'er they be;
Protect the flag, and let it wave
I'll not attempt the task
Of the Iliad to relate;
But I will tell of Hector
And how he met his fate.
Think not, my friend, if right be crushed today,
That violent wrong will ever hold the day;
A noble cause aside the kings may toast,
Two spirits are warring in my breast,
Each for the sway;
And each of me has made request—
Which to obey?