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Trumpet's voice hath roused the land, Light up the beacon-pyre! A hundred hills have seen the brand, And waved the sign of fire! A hundred banners to the breeze Their gorgeous folds have cast, And, hark! was that the sound of seas? A king to war went past!

The chief is arming in his hall, The peasant by his hearth; The mourner hears the thrilling call, And rises from the earth! The mother on her first-born son Looks with a boding eye;— They come not back, tho' all be won, Whose young hearts leap so high.