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Freeman (search for this): chapter 1
ment, tree, and roof, And sun-bright showers of smiles and flowers Of woman's love give proof. Peal out, ye bells, from church and dome, in rivalrous communion, With the wild, upheaving masses, for the Army of the Union! XXI. Onward trending, crowds attending, Still the army moves — and still; Arms are clashing, wagons crashing In the roads and streets they fill; O'er them banners wave in thousands, Round them human surges roar, Like the restless-bosomed ocean, Heaving on an iron shore; Cannons thunder, people wonder whence the endless river comes, With its foam of bristling bayonets, and its cataracts of drums. XXII. “God bless the Union army!” That holy thought appears To symbolize the trustful eyes That speak more loud than cheers. “God bless the Union army, And the flag by which it stands; May it preserve with Freeman's nerve, What Freedom's God demands!” Peal out, ye bells — ye women, pray — for never yet went forth So grand a band, for law and land, as the Muster
Greene (search for this): chapter 1
ard the news?” “Oh, father, is it true?” “Oh, brother, were I but a man” -- “Oh, husband, they shall rue!” Thus, passionately, asked the boy, And thus the sister spoke, And thus the dear wife to her mate, The words they could not choke. “The news! what news?” “Oh, bitter news — they've fired upon the Flag-- The Flag no foreign foe could blast, the traitors down would drag.” II. “The truest flag of liberty The world has ever seen-- The Stars that shone o'er Washington, And guided gallant Greene! The white and crimson Stripes which bode Success in peace and war, Are draggled, shorn, disgraced, and torn-- Insulted Star by Star. That Flag, whose symbol'd virtues are the pining nation's codes, The Flag of Jones at Whitehaven, of Reid at Fayal Roads. III. “Eh, neighbor, canst believe this thing?” The neighbor's eyes grew wild; Then o'er them crept a haze of shame, As o'er a sad, proud child; His face grew pale, he bit his lip, Until the hardy skin, By passion tigh
John Paul Jones (search for this): chapter 1
they could not choke. “The news! what news?” “Oh, bitter news — they've fired upon the Flag-- The Flag no foreign foe could blast, the traitors down would drag.” II. “The truest flag of liberty The world has ever seen-- The Stars that shone o'er Washington, And guided gallant Greene! The white and crimson Stripes which bode Success in peace and war, Are draggled, shorn, disgraced, and torn-- Insulted Star by Star. That Flag, whose symbol'd virtues are the pining nation's codes, The Flag of Jones at Whitehaven, of Reid at Fayal Roads. III. “Eh, neighbor, canst believe this thing?” The neighbor's eyes grew wild; Then o'er them crept a haze of shame, As o'er a sad, proud child; His face grew pale, he bit his lip, Until the hardy skin, By passion tightened, could not hold The boiling blood within; He quivered for a moment, the indignant stupor broke, And the duties of the soldier in the citizen awoke. IV. On every side the crimson tide Ebbs quickly to and fro; On maiden cheeks
Reid (search for this): chapter 1
“The news! what news?” “Oh, bitter news — they've fired upon the Flag-- The Flag no foreign foe could blast, the traitors down would drag.” II. “The truest flag of liberty The world has ever seen-- The Stars that shone o'er Washington, And guided gallant Greene! The white and crimson Stripes which bode Success in peace and war, Are draggled, shorn, disgraced, and torn-- Insulted Star by Star. That Flag, whose symbol'd virtues are the pining nation's codes, The Flag of Jones at Whitehaven, of Reid at Fayal Roads. III. “Eh, neighbor, canst believe this thing?” The neighbor's eyes grew wild; Then o'er them crept a haze of shame, As o'er a sad, proud child; His face grew pale, he bit his lip, Until the hardy skin, By passion tightened, could not hold The boiling blood within; He quivered for a moment, the indignant stupor broke, And the duties of the soldier in the citizen awoke. IV. On every side the crimson tide Ebbs quickly to and fro; On maiden cheeks the horror speaks With f
Europe (search for this): chapter 1
Great God!” --they choking cry-- “We're strong enough! We're not too old for our country's cause to die!” XV. And in the mighty mustering, No petty hate intrudes, No rival discords mar the strength Of rising multitudes; The jealousies of faith and clime Which fester in success, Give place to sturdy friendships Based on mutual distress; For every thinking citizen who draws the sword, knows well The battle's for Humanity — for Freedom's citadel! XVI. Oh, Heaven! how the trodden hearts In Europe's tyrant world Leapt up with new-born energy When that Flag was unfurled! How those who suffered, fought, and died, In fields, or dungeon-chained, Prayed that the Flag of Washington Might float while earth remained! And weary eyes in foreign skies still flash with fire anew, When some good blast by peak and mast unfolds that Flag to view. XVII. And they who, guided by its stars, Sought here the hopes they gave, Are all aglow with pilgrim fire Their happy shrines to save. Here — Scots and
Washington (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
I. “Oh, mother, have you heard the news?” “Oh, father, is it true?” “Oh, brother, were I but a man” -- “Oh, husband, they shall rue!” Thus, passionately, asked the boy, And thus the sister spoke, And thus the dear wife to her mate, The words they could not choke. “The news! what news?” “Oh, bitter news — they've fired upon the Flag-- The Flag no foreign foe could blast, the traitors down would drag.” II. “The truest flag of liberty The world has ever seen-- The Stars that shone o'er Washington, And guided gallant Greene! The white and crimson Stripes which bode Success in peace and war, Are draggled, shorn, disgraced, and torn-- Insulted Star by Star. That Flag, whose symbol'd virtues are the pining nation's codes, The Flag of Jones at Whitehaven, of Reid at Fayal Roads. III. “Eh, neighbor, canst believe this thing?” The neighbor's eyes grew wild; Then o'er them crept a haze of shame, As o'er a sad, proud child; His face grew pale, he bit his lip, Until
Washington, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
reescore years, Press on the ranks in flocks; Their eyes, like fire from Hecla's brow, Burn through their snowy locks; And maim'd ones, with stout hearts, persist To mount the belt and gun, And crave with tears — while forced away-- To march to Washington. “Why should we not? We love that Flag! Great God!” --they choking cry-- “We're strong enough! We're not too old for our country's cause to die!” XV. And in the mighty mustering, No petty hate intrudes, No rival discords mar the strength for Freedom's citadel! XVI. Oh, Heaven! how the trodden hearts In Europe's tyrant world Leapt up with new-born energy When that Flag was unfurled! How those who suffered, fought, and died, In fields, or dungeon-chained, Prayed that the Flag of Washington Might float while earth remained! And weary eyes in foreign skies still flash with fire anew, When some good blast by peak and mast unfolds that Flag to view. XVII. And they who, guided by its stars, Sought here the hopes they gave, Are all
Whitehaven (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
not choke. “The news! what news?” “Oh, bitter news — they've fired upon the Flag-- The Flag no foreign foe could blast, the traitors down would drag.” II. “The truest flag of liberty The world has ever seen-- The Stars that shone o'er Washington, And guided gallant Greene! The white and crimson Stripes which bode Success in peace and war, Are draggled, shorn, disgraced, and torn-- Insulted Star by Star. That Flag, whose symbol'd virtues are the pining nation's codes, The Flag of Jones at Whitehaven, of Reid at Fayal Roads. III. “Eh, neighbor, canst believe this thing?” The neighbor's eyes grew wild; Then o'er them crept a haze of shame, As o'er a sad, proud child; His face grew pale, he bit his lip, Until the hardy skin, By passion tightened, could not hold The boiling blood within; He quivered for a moment, the indignant stupor broke, And the duties of the soldier in the citizen awoke. IV. On every side the crimson tide Ebbs quickly to and fro; On maiden cheeks the horror s
Hungary (Hungary) (search for this): chapter 1
s trickt; There — Teuton corps, who fought before Fur Freiheit und fur Licht ; Ich sterbe gern fur Freiheit und fur Licht, Getreu der fahne der ich zugeschworen.--German Song. While round the Flag the Irish like a human rampart go! They found Cead mille failthe A hundred thousand welcomes. here — they'll give it to the foe. XVIII. From the vine-land, from the Rhine-land, From the Shannon, from the Scheldt, From the ancient homes of genius, From the sainted home of Celt, From Italy, from Hungary, All as brothers join and come, To the sinew-bracing bugle, And the foot-propelling drum: Too proud beneath the Starry Flag to die, and keep secure The Liberty they dreamed of by the Danube, Elbe, and Suir. XIX. From every hearth bounds up a heart, As spring from hill-side leaps, To give itself to those proud streams That make resistless deeps! No book-rapt sage, for age on age, Can point to such a sight As this deep throb, which woke from rest A people armed for fight. Peal out, ye bells,