Columbia's Call by Editor

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jul 8, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 26.

Columbia's Call

By Editor

[The following lines are the words to a patriotic song entitled "Columbia's Call," written by H. H. Fowler. It is gotten out in sheet music form and is receiving favorable comment as a patriotic song by some of the leading educators of the country. Copies of the song may be had for 50 cents by addressing the author, 2550 35th Ave., Oakland, California.—Ed.]

Come, let us gather, one and all, The free, the true, the brave; Whom none need ever dare enthrall, And who will have no slave; And let us sing our country's songs, To cheer, to guide, to brace; For now to us and ours belongs The leading of the race.

Let's sing of mountains high and grand, The woods, the lakes, the streams; Where, under Nature's kindly wand, One freely roams or dreams; Of life, as seen in all its forms, On hill, in vale and plain; And how the sun and fresh'ning storms Bring flowers, fruit, and grain.

Let's sing our country's thrilling lore, The glad, the sad, the quaint; And deeds, in days that come no more, Of settler, soldier, saint; For so we should remember those Who pressed from sea to sea; When, from the western wilds, uprose The empire of the free.

As once our forebears blazed the way, Through lands which then were new, And, by their stand, a better day To all men brought to view, So let our slogan "Forward" be, If we our goal would reach; While order, justice, liberty, Conserve the rights of each.

To us was left a sacred trust, Its sign our star-lit flag; May we ne'er trail it in the dust, Nor in our efforts lag, But with true hearts and ready minds, Pursue our high ideal, Which in the right its pleasure finds, And seeks each other's weal.