Not Yet

Our country, marvel of the ear'th, O realm tp sudden greatness grown ! The age tliat gloried in thy birth, Shall t behöld tha overthrown 1 Shall traitors lay thy greatnèss low "! No, Land of Hope and JSlessing, No ! And we wüq wear tjy glorioüs name Shall we Iike cravens stand apart, When tliosc whom they have trusted aim The death blow at thy generous heart 1 Förth goes the battle-cry, and lo ! Ho.sts rise in harness shouting, No ! And they who founöed, in our land, The power that rules from sea to sea, Bleed they in vain, or 7-ainly planned To leave their country great or free % Their sleeping ashes from below, Send up to their thrilling murmur, No ! Knit they gentle ties wbich long These sster States were proud to wear, And forged the kindly links so streng For idle hands in sport to tear - For scoundrel hands aside to throw 1 No, by our fathers' memory, No ! Our humming marts, ornr iron wa,ya, Our wind-tossed woods on mouiitain crest, The hoarse Atlantic with its baya', The calm, broad Ocean of the West, And Mississippi's torrent-flow, And loud Niágara, answer, No 1 Not yet, the hour is nigh, when they Who deep in Eld's dim Iwiiight sit, Earth's ancieut kings shall rise and say " Proud country, welcome to the pit ! So soon art thou, Iike us brought low 1 No, sullen group of shadows, No ! For now, behbld the arm that gave The victory in our fathers day, Strong as of old, to guard and save - Thatmighty arm wliich none can stay, On clouds above and fields below, W'ites in man's sight, the answer, Ne !