BLESSED WAS THE NAME SHE BORE.

Wake! oh, nation; wake, and sing! Bid the “arch of heaven” ring; Praise, in sweet accord, our pride— Thirty summers Neptune’s bride. Kearsarge, a hymn to thee Floateth over land and sea; Hark, the chorus! hear it soar— “Blessed was the name she bore.” Volumes of heroic verse Shall thy victories rehearse; Well may rhythm swiftly chime To a measure full—sublime Kearsarge, a hymn to thee Floateth over land and sea; Hark, the chorus! hear it soar— “Blessed was the name she bore.” Though Roncador—reef of woe— Like a traitor laid thee low; As Aurora cleaves the sky, Rise! the “god of storms” defy. Kearsarge, a hymn to thee Floateth over land and sea; Hark, the chorus! hear it soar— “Blessed was the name she bore.” Swift, as light along the hill, Fly! Columbia’s bosom thrill; Crucified by flood, by fire— Come, Futurity, inspire. Kearsarge, a hymn to thee Floateth over land and sea; Hark, the chorus! hear it soar— “Blessed was the name she bore.” Lo! thy ashes softly lie ’Neath a tender southern sky; Yet on honor’s tide ye sail, Like a ship before the gale. Kearsarge, a hymn to thee Floateth over land and sea; Hark, the chorus! hear it soar— “Blessed was the name she bore.”