A. H. Haynes Bell - On Freedom lyrics

In Freedom's cause it were a joy to die! The stake, the dungeon, and the gory block, These are the deep foundations of that rock Whence rise the sacred walls of Liberty. Each groan, each tear, each whitened hair, each sigh, Each rusted chain, each bolt, each bar, each lock, What are they but the powers at last which mock The baffled rage of dying Tyranny? Thus, when all's done which mortal man can do, The last word spoken tyrants dread to hear, The last bow struck, it were indeed a shame If we, at Freedom's call, should fail to bear With dignity that lot she grants but few-- To die, and dying bless her sacred name.