Give Poem by Annie Adams Fields

THE fire of freedom burns,
Her flame shall reach the heaven;
Heap up the sacred urns,
And life for life be given!

Woman of nerve and thought,
Bring in the urn your power!
By you is manhood taught
To meet the supreme hour.

Come with your sunlit life,
Maiden of gentle eye!
Bring to the gloom of strife
Light by which heroes die.

Give, rich men, proud and free,
Your children's costliest gem!
For Liberty shall be
Your heritage to them.

O friend with heavy urn,
What offering bear you on?
That figure did not turn:
I heard a voice, 'My son.'