... soil, Nor tawny mother wakes to weep o'er unrequited toil, Yet we leave our hills and homesteads, to strike as best we can, In the battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts ! Oh! stay this ghastly strife! Ye but stab, with matricidal hand, the breast that gave you life! Ye but quench the holy altar-fires of Justice and of Truth, And plant Death's gory chaplet on the...