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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 1 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 54 (search)
A fighting Clergyman.--Rev. B. C. Ward, pastor of a Congregational church in the village of Geneseo, Ill., conceives it to be his duty to forsake the pulpit for the field.
He has received authority to raise a company of infantry, but proposes to enlist clergymen only.
An appeal to his clerical brethren, published over his own signature, calls upon the fighting stock of the Church militant to prove to the world their willingness to seal with their blood what they have talked in their pulpits, and closes with this extraordinary passage.
Much as we have said and done to prove our loyalty, we have not yet resisted unto blood striving against sin. Shall we now, at the call of Christ, come out from behind our velvet-cushioned barracks, whence we have so often hurled bold, indignant words at the giant iniquity of the age, and meet it face to face with the hot shot of rifled artillery, with the gleaming bayonet, or with clashing sabres in hand to hand encounter?
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 70 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 78 (search)
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to John Pierpont. Servant of Christ, erect, unwearied, strong, Fresh from the toils of nearly fourscore years-- A work-day in his vineyard brave and long-- The evening hour thou giv'st to man, to God, The last the brightest of thy life appears. On!
to the Holy City, which the foe Of man and God assails, to overthrow The fairest temple mortal hands have raised, And tramp with Slavery's hoofs where Freedom trod, Thou girdest on thy armor.
God be praised. Lift high his Cross.
By that his hosts be led. Soldier of God!
his banner wave; thy head Bearing its mortal crest of silver white, Thy lofty soul wreathed with immortal light. Libertas.