No tread of armed men;
No lightning-flash, and then
The thunder's roar!
No life-blood ebbing fast;
No bugle's rallying blast;
The wild, sad days are past;
Peace smiles once more.

Above our martyrs' graves,
Unharmed the banner waves,
Fair as of yore; —
O liberty's glad sign!
Rayed with a light divine,
In starry splendor shine
For evermore.

What fields they lost or won;
What daring deeds were done,
Let Valor tell.
True Freedom to secure,
For Justice firm and sure,
For Right that shall endure.
Our heroes fell.

By each green mound to-day,
Your grateful homage pay,
O Land of ours!
There, loyal hearts and true.
Your sacred vows renew
In Freedom's name, and strew
The sweet Spring flowers.

Theirs is the wreath of Fame;
The victors' storied name
Time cannot stain;
Ours is the nobler Land;
The Nation strong and grand,
The Union's broken band
Made whole again.

Thou Giver of all good,
Keep us one brotherhood
From North to South!
Dear Lord! in days to come
Hushed be the battle-drum;
Sheathed be the sword, and dumb
The cannon's mouth