3. to Massachusetts soldiers.
Soldiers, go! Your country calls!See, from Sumter's blackened walls,
Floats no more our nation's flag,
But the traitors' odious rag.
Long the patient North has borne
All their treachery, taunts, and scorn;
Now let slavery's despots learn
How our Northern blood can burn.
Swift their hour of triumph's past,
For their first must be their last!
By the memory of your sires,
By the children round your fires,
By your wives' and mothers' love,
By the God who reigns above--
By all holy things — depart!
Strong in hand and brave in heart.
Nobly strike for truth and right;
We will pray while you shall fight.
Mothers, daughters, wives, are true
To our country and to you.
To the breeze our banner show:
Traitors meet you where .you go.
In the name of God on high,
Win — or in the conflict die!
Brookline, Mass.
H. W.
Boston Transcript, April 17.
