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perished Out the land — shall it be riven? Shall the glorious flag they gave us-- Emblem high to guard and save us 'Gainst all foes that would enslave us-- From our natal soil be driven? Shall the Union, which our sires Forged, in patriotic fires, Perish at the fell desires Of the base secession crew? Shall we let such knaves and traitors, Robbers, thieves, and freedom-haters, All our nation's great creators' Most successful work undo? No! By Washington and Wayne, Adams, Franklin, Lee, and Penn, All those brave, true-hearted men Who Freedom gained and Union gave us-- Up! and fight for Law and Order, Fight until the last marauder Ye have driven from your border, Who oppress and would enslave us! By that bright and proud array-- Patriot names of later day-- Jackson, Webster, Wirt, and Clay, Statesmen, orators, and sages-- Who have battled, “armed men strong,” For the right against the wrong, That their country loved might long Stand the hope of unborn ages. By the God of heaven abo<
her magnificent story Told as a dream of the night! Alas! for the heroes and sages, Saddened in Hades to know That what they had built for all ages, Melts like a palace of snow! And woe for the shame and the pity, That, all for no cause, to no end, City should fight against city, And brother with brother contend! Alas! what a libel on freedom-- Patriots — gone to the bad, Citizens — Arabs of Edom, Slave-drivers — liberty-mad! How sadly, through sons so degraded, Pigmies, ill-sprung from great men, Even your glories look faded, Washington, Franklin, and Penn! Popular government slandered 'Mid the deep scorn of the world-- Liberty's star-crowded standard Fouled by black treason and furled! Southerner! shame on such treason! Woe for your folly and guilt, Woe for this war of unreason, Woe for the brothers' blood spilt! Curse on such monsters unfilial, Tearing their mother to shreds-- Curse on those children of Belial-- Curse on their parricide heads! Albury, September 23, 1
The moon glared blue; the very ocean lay Dumb and in dread; the grave-clothes stirred their clay; Then broke from Charleston hay the first deep peal of thunder! O Massachusetts! hallowed be for aye, Thy sturdy heart that never throbbed in vain! And be the forests and the streams of Maine Blessed forever! terrible and gaunt The mountaineers of Hampshire and Vermont Poured from their eyries, half-way in the sky, Down where Long Island Sound lifts up its calm blue eye. The empires of York and Penn were all aflame; There was no hamlet where the drum beat not, No fireside, but desperate and hot, Some son or father felt the glow of shame, And buckled on his sword and breathed his mother's name. The prairies rang — Ohio raised her hand With Illinois, to wipe away the guilt, The sword should drip in carnage to the hilt, And every roof-thatch be a beacon-brand. At each Iowa hearth stood stern a mailed man-- Young Kansas knelt in wrath, and swore with Michigan! A wall of flame blazed up the b