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Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 92
s, Who fill the hostile bands: They are men whom we have trusted, And soldiers we have known, Who, to seize the nation's honour, Have trod upon their own. O men! who've fought and conquered, With the Stars and Stripes o'erhead-- Who to greet its folds have shouted, Who to rescue them have bled-- Is this your boasted prowess, Your spirit brave and true? Keep off your caitiff fingers From the red and white and blue! “The Country is in danger!” How strange the tidings sound! How solemnly from Sumter Those heavy shots rebound! Our blessed land of Freedom Tried for her life again? Our aching hearts are sorer For the strangeness of the pain. “The Country is in danger!” But swift the answer comes! With the hum of many voices, And the distant beat of drums. Ere the proclamation's echo Has died along her shore, The Bay State men are ready To march to Baltimore. They come with steady faces, With hearts both warm and stern, Wherein the old patriot fires Have never ceased to burn: And the wome
Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 92
ng blow; And the mountain streamlets murmur To many an idle mill, And the women all are praying, In the valley; on the hill! Not theirs the only voices That seek the heavenly ear, Nor theirs alone the bosoms That are torn with hope and fear: From the bondsman's Southern cabin, From the Northern freeman's door, The colored man is watching, As we march to Baltimore. To Baltimore! false city! They that founded her were true; But this perjured generation Found other work to do. The blood of Massachusetts Hath dignified the street, Which should else bear down in story But the marks of traitors' feet! And now, oh! lift them gently, And tenderly bear home, Till within the loved old Bay State Her martyred sons have come. Ye Boston men uncover, As the conquerors pass by! Grand and silent is their triumph, Who for liberty can die. “The Country is in danger!” O God, we look to Thee! It is only by Thy power That a people can be free. To Thee be hearts uplifted, While our firm hands grasp the s
Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 92
comes! With the hum of many voices, And the distant beat of drums. Ere the proclamation's echo Has died along her shore, The Bay State men are ready To march to Baltimore. They come with steady faces, With hearts both warm and stern, Wherein the old patriot fires Have never ceased to burn: And the women said, “God speed you!” “Wene the bosoms That are torn with hope and fear: From the bondsman's Southern cabin, From the Northern freeman's door, The colored man is watching, As we march to Baltimore. To Baltimore! false city! They that founded her were true; But this perjured generation Found other work to do. The blood of Massachusetts Hath dignified the sBaltimore! false city! They that founded her were true; But this perjured generation Found other work to do. The blood of Massachusetts Hath dignified the street, Which should else bear down in story But the marks of traitors' feet! And now, oh! lift them gently, And tenderly bear home, Till within the loved old Bay State Her martyred sons have come. Ye Boston men uncover, As the conquerors pass by! Grand and silent is their triumph, Who for liberty can die. “The Country is in dang
Ye Boston (search for this): chapter 92
e and fear: From the bondsman's Southern cabin, From the Northern freeman's door, The colored man is watching, As we march to Baltimore. To Baltimore! false city! They that founded her were true; But this perjured generation Found other work to do. The blood of Massachusetts Hath dignified the street, Which should else bear down in story But the marks of traitors' feet! And now, oh! lift them gently, And tenderly bear home, Till within the loved old Bay State Her martyred sons have come. Ye Boston men uncover, As the conquerors pass by! Grand and silent is their triumph, Who for liberty can die. “The Country is in danger!” O God, we look to Thee! It is only by Thy power That a people can be free. To Thee be hearts uplifted, While our firm hands grasp the sword, And over all our armies Be the banner of the Lord. Now out with all the bunting, The red and white and blue, And show the eyes of nations What freedom's wind can do: Show the strength of a Republic Before the pride of kings;
G. P. Putnam (search for this): chapter 92
in danger!” But swift the answer comes! With the hum of many voices, And the distant beat of drums. Ere the proclamation's echo Has died along her shore, The Bay State men are ready To march to Baltimore. They come with steady faces, With hearts both warm and stern, Wherein the old patriot fires Have never ceased to burn: And the women said, “God speed you!” “We give you up this day” -- Then wiped the bitter tear-drops, And remained at home to pray. See the plough left in the furrow, As by Putnam, long ago! And the hammer on the anvil Deals out no ringing blow; And the mountain streamlets murmur To many an idle mill, And the women all are praying, In the valley; on the hill! Not theirs the only voices That seek the heavenly ear, Nor theirs alone the bosoms That are torn with hope and fear: From the bondsman's Southern cabin, From the Northern freeman's door, The colored man is watching, As we march to Baltimore. To Baltimore! false city! They that founded her were true; But this
Washington (search for this): chapter 92
24. Citoyens, La Patrie Est en danger. “The Country is in danger!” Men, rally at her call! See her banner floating o'er you-- And shall that banner fall? Shall the Stripes be torn asunder, And the Stars drop one by one, And Secession be the ruler Of the land of Washington? “The Country is in danger,” But not from foreign hands: They are countrymen, not strangers, Who fill the hostile bands: They are men whom we have trusted, And soldiers we have known, Who, to seize the nation's honour, Have trod upon their own. O men! who've fought and conquered, With the Stars and Stripes o'erhead-- Who to greet its folds have shouted, Who to rescue them have bled-- Is this your boasted prowess, Your spirit brave and true? Keep off your caitiff fingers From the red and white and blue! “The Country is in danger!” How strange the tidings sound! How solemnly from Sumter Those heavy shots rebound! Our blessed land of Freedom Tried for her life again? Our aching hearts are sorer For the str