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William Schouler, A history of Massachusetts in the Civil War: Volume 1 12 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 0 Browse Search
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1. this day, countrymen! by Robert Lowell. Cowards, slink away! But who scorns to see the foe Deal our land all shame and woe, Must go forth to-day! Crops are safe, afield! Cripples and old men can reap; Young, and strong, and bold must leap, Other tools to wield. Cast the daily trade! Never may be bought or won, After this great fight is done, What this day is weighed. Leave your true love's side! Go! be fearless, true, and strong! Woman glories to belong Where she looks with pride. True men hold our line; Basely leave their true ranks thin, Waste and ruin will rush in Like the trampling swine. Dare you be a man? Now for home, and law, and right, Go, in God's name, to the fight! Forward to the van!
7. New-Orleans won back: a lay for our sailors. by Robert Lowell, Author of The New Priest, Fresh hearts that failed. [The opening words of the burden are a scrap of an old song caught up.] catch — Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! There lay the town that our guns looked down, With its streets all dark and surly. God made three youths to walk unscathed In the furnace seven times hot; And when smoky flames our squadron bathed, Amid horrors of shell and shot, Then, too, it was God that brought them through That death-crowded thoroughfare: So now, at six bells, the church-pennons flew, And the crews went all to prayer. Thank God! thank God! our men won the fight, Against forts, and fleets, and flame: Thank God! they have given our flag its right, In a town that brought it shame. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! Our flag hung there, in the fresh, still air, With smoke floating soft and curly. Ten days for th
65. call for true men. by Robert Lowell. Up to battle! Up to battle! All we love is saved or lost! Workshop's hum and streetside's tattle, Off! These things the life may cost! Come, for your country! For all dear things, come! Come to the roll of the rallying drum! You have seen the spring-swollen river Hurling torrent, ice and wreck! You have felt the strong pier quiver Like a tempest.shaken deck! Many a stout heart, quick hand and eye Broke the water's mad strength, and it went by. Look on this mad threatening torrent, Tumbling on with blood and death! Will we see our bulwarks war-rent? Never! Draw a stronger breath! Here is good man's work Break through and through! What matters hardship or danger to you? What were death to any true man, If the cause be true and high? Beastly might quails when the human Looks it calmly in the eye. Break, with the bayonet, those crowding ranks! God's blessing! glory! and evermore, thanks! Duanbsburgh, August 5, 1862.