International Temperance Hymn
Brittannia, rouse thee! queen Isle of the Ocean,
Brittannia, rouse thee! queen Isle of the Ocean,And strike for the millions that boast of thy fame;Columbia, answer with heart of devotion,And march to the strife in the Conqueror's name.Old land of the brave,Thy flag on the wave,O long may it ride o'er thy enemy's grave!
Columbia, fresh as the glow of the morning,And strong in the race of the nations to run;—A tyrant is rising, look well to the warning,And honor the name of thine own Washington;Young land of the free,Let all the world seeThe rapture of freedom still dwelling in thee!
And thou, Young Dominion! crowned in earth's story,And bathed in the light of the Temperance Star,Dost shine as a bride in her coronal glory,Our sister-land, greeted and praised from afar;Shout back o'er the sea,To the Queen of the Free,Victorious splendor still lingers o'er thee.
Brittannia, hasten! Columbia, speed thee!The wide world is waiting a new, holy song;Be brave in the struggle, and onward God lead thee!Till jubilee cometh, exultant and long;The waves of the seaShall chime with the free,—To God in the heaven's the glory shall be.