Our father's sworcls are dark with rust, They hang suspended by ihe wall, In them we do not put our tr ust, For r i glit is stroirer than lliPtn all, Anti, knowing t.hat our cause is just, We do not fear thal it will fall. -We feel 's 'y st because we know "That p.ll men are crealed free," And have ihe right to come and go, _Ar,d think and sx ak as well as we, And God says, "do In oihers sn, . As thou wouldst have tlieni do lo thee." All men are but one brotherhood, DÃ©icÃ¨irdd from our common sirp, So should euch seek llie common good And to no olher end aspiro; For tii is it was our futhers stood The rapid charge - the deadly fire. Our brother we would not dep ive Of rig-lus which God to all has given, And to retore Itia rights we'il Ã¡lrivc Until h iron bonds ai e nven, And he, with extacy ulive, Breathes, frer-, the ioaltny air of Heaven.