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How I love them! how I could hug them, with their

brown faces and their clothes and knapsacks

cover'd with dust!) The blood of the city up—arm’d! arm’d! the cry

everywhere, The flags flung out from the steeples of churches and

from all the public buildings and stores, The tearful parting, the mother kisses her son, the son

kisses his mother, (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does she

speak to detain him), The tumultuous escort, the ranks of policemen preced

ing, clearing the way, The unpent enthusiasm, the wild cheers of the crowd

for their favorites, The artillery, the silent cannons bright as gold, drawn

along, rumble lightly over the stones, (Silent cannons, soon to cease your silence, Soon unlimber'd to begin the red business); All the mutter of preparation, all the determin'd

arming, The hospital service, the lint, bandages, and medicines, The women volunteering for nurses, the work begun

for in earnest, no mere parade now; War! an arm'd race is advancing! the welcome for

battle, no turning away; War! be it weeks, months, or years, an arm'd race is

advancing to welcome it.

Mannahatta a-march-and it's O to sing it well!
It's O for a manly life in the camp.

And the sturdy artillery,
The guns bright as gold, the work for giants, to serve

well the guns, Unlimber them! (no more as the past forty years for

salutes for courtesies merely), Put in something now besides powder and wadding.

And you, lady of ships, you Mannahatta,
Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city,
Often in peace and wealth you were pensive or cov-

ertly frown'd amid all your children, But now you smile with joy exulting, old Mannahatta.

MEN OF THE NORTH

BY JOHN NEAL

Men of the North, look up !

There's a tumult in your sky;
A troubled glory surging out,

Great shadows hurrying by.

Your strength-where is it now?

Your quivers—are they spent?
Your arrows in the rust of death,

Your fathers' bows unbent?

Men of the North, awake!

Ye're called to from the deep;
Trumpets in every breeze-

Yet there ye lie asleep.

A stir in every tree;

A shout from every wave; A challenging on every side ;

A moan from every grave:

A battle in the sky;

Ships thundering through the airJehovah on the march

Men of the North, to prayer!

Now, now-in all your strength;

There's that before your way, Above, about you, and below,

Like armies in array.

Lift up your eyes, and see

The changes overhead;
Now hold your breath and hear

The mustering of the dead.

See how the midnight air

With bright commotion burns, Thronging with giant shapes,

Banner and spear by turns.

The sea-fog driving in,

Solemnly and swift, The moon afraid-stars dropping out

The very skies adrift;

The Everlasting God,

Our Father-Lord of Love With cherubim and seraphim

All gathering above;

Their stormy plumage lighted up

As forth to war they go;
The shadow of the Universe,

Upon our haughty foe!

THE OATH OF FREEDOM

BY JAMES BARRON HOPE

Born free, thus we resolve to live:
By Heaven, we will be free!
By all the stars which burn on high-
By the green earth—the mighty sea-
By God's unshaken majesty,

We will be free or die!
Then let the drums all roll!
Let all the trumpets blow!
Mind, heart, and soul,
We spurn control
Attempted by a foe!

Born free, thus we resolve to live:
By Heaven, we will be free!
And, vainly now the Northmen try
To beat us down-in arms we stand
To strike for this our native land!

We will be free or die!
Then let the drums all roll! etc.

Born free, thus we resolve to live:
By Heaven, we will be free!

Our wives and children look on high,
Pray God to smile upon the right!
And bid us in the deadly fight

As freemen live or die!
Then let the drums all roll! etc.

Born free, thus we resolve to live:
By Heaven, we will be free!
And ere we cease this battle-cry,
Be all our blood, our kindred's spilt,
On bayonet or saber hilt!

We will be free or die!
Then let the drums all roll! etc.

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Born free, thus we resolve to live:
By Heaven, we will be free!
Defiant let the banners fly,
Shake out their glories to the air,
And kneeling, brothers, let us swear

We will be free or die!
Then let the drums all roll! etc.

Born free, thus we resolve to live:
By Heaven, we will be free!
And to this oath the dead reply-
Our valiant fathers' sacred ghosts—
These with us, and the God of hosts,

We will be free or die!

Then let the drums all roll! etc. (Southern.)

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