And the long outnumbered lines,
How the blue frocks lay in winrows?
How they died at the Seven Pines?
How they sank in the Varuna,
（Seven foes in flame around!)?
How they went down with the Cumberland,
Firing, cheering as they drowned?
Spirits, a hundred of thousands,
Eager, and bold, and true,
Gone to make good one brave, just word--
Father, they died for you
Died, in tempest of battle,
Died, in the cot's dull pain--
Let their ghosts be glad in heaven,
That they died — and not in vain!
Now, never fear lest the living
Should shrink at the sound, “Be Free!” --
They shall yet make up the million,
And another, if need there be!
But fail not, as thy trust is heaven,
To breathe the word shall wake
The soul and heart of a Nation--
Speak it, for Christ's dear sake!
Speak it, our earthly Father!
In the name of His — and smile
At one more breath of the viper
Whose fangs shall crash on the file!
The Angel-Songs are forever,
The snake can hiss but his day--
Speak, O Shepherd of Peoples!
And fold earth's blessings for aye.