Maxioms by Fitz-greene Halleck
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires.
God--and your native land!
Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of your sires.
God--and your native land!
