George Pope Morris

In teaching me the way to live It taught me how to die.

Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!

The union of lakes, the union of lands, The union of States none can sever, The union of hearts, the union of hands, And the flag of our Union forever!

A song for our banner! The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station: "United we stand, divided we fall!" It made and preserves us a nation!

Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I 'll protect it now.