Oh, The Sight Entrancing.

Oh, the sight entrancing,     When morning's beam is glancing,             O'er files arrayed             With helm and blade,     And plumes, in the gay wind dancing!     When hearts are all high beating,     And the trumpet's voice repeating             That song, whose breath             May lead to death,     But never to retreating.     Oh the sight entrancing,     When morning's beam is glancing         O'er files arrayed         With helm and blade,     And plumes, in the gay wind dancing.     Yet, 'tis not helm or feather--     For ask yon despot, whether         His plumed bands         Could bring such hands     And hearts as ours together.     Leave pomps to those who need 'em--     Give man but heart and freedom,         And proud he braves         The gaudiest slaves     That crawl where monarchs lead 'em.     The sword may pierce the beaver,     Stone walls in time may sever,         'Tis mind alone,         Worth steel and stone,     That keeps men free for ever.     Oh that sight entrancing,     When the morning's beam is glancing,         O'er files arrayed         With helm and blade,     And in Freedom's cause advancing!