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Drum. by J. R. G. Pitkin. I. Drum! Drum! drum! drum! drum! Drum! On they come. While throbs a stern, responsive beat Of martial lines of measured feet, Down, down the stony street. And thousands wait At door and gate, To bless each form Who dares the storm, And every tie Can waive, to die When Treason's hand Assails his land. And thus to greet Brave souls, they meet, While horrid fears Rouse abject tears, And all Appall! God's will be done-- God bless them all! For such have won Half, ere their call! There woman stands With clonic hands I Such woes infest Her tender breast; Her eyelids drip, While the dumb lip Essays in vain To crush its pain ‘Neath smiling mask-- Self-cruel task! In vain, in vain-- Hearts cannot feign When their full swell Bursts with farewell! That buried face, That shrieking phrase, That dismal chill As horrors thrill-- All, all confess A keen distress! And while thus wildly quakes her woe Drum, drum, drum! On they go! Drum! And loudly throbs that solemn b
Requiem. Requiem Aeternam dona iis, Domine ! Give them eternal rest, Father, with thee, On thy paternal breast, God of the free! Dumb is the cannon's throat, Broken the brand, Feebly the pennons float O'er the red land; When, on the battle-field, By the rude torch revealed, Slumber the brave, Pillowed on foes o'erthrown; While round them shriek and groan, Blent with the night-wind's moan. Ceaselessly rave. Them shall the thunder's roar Nevermore, nevermore Rouse up amain. Theirs is that olden sleep, Sacred and golden sleep, Free from all pain. So sleep the dutiful, Dreamless but beautiful, Their duty done; Sinking in tranquil rest, As in the purple west Sinketh the sun. Fast closed the fight round them, Vast rose the night round them, Night at noonday-- Night of the sulph'rous smoke, Glad with the sabre-stroke, Death-shot and thunder-roar, Deluge of human gore, Dreadfullest fray! Oh! they fought fearfully, Bleeding, but cheerfully, On for the free, Dealing their dying blows, As o
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 1., Chapter 8: attitude of the Border Slave-labor States, and of the Free-labor States. (search)
are, in the city of Philadelphia, to counsel together on the state of public affairs. It was called by the Mayor, Alexander Henry, and was held on the 13th of December, 1860. Disunion — the separation of the States--seemed inevitable, the Mayor said in his proclamation, unless the loyal people, casting off the spirit of party, should, in a special manner, View in Independence Square. in this view, at the end of the avenue of trees is seen the Walnut Street front of the venerable State Rouse,in whose great hall the Declaration of Independence was discussed, adopted, and signed. avow their unfailing fidelity to the Union, and their abiding faith in the Constitution and laws. The meeting was opened with prayer by the thoroughly loyal Bishop of the Protestant Episcopal Church of that diocese, Right Rev. Alonzo Potter, and was addressed by men of all parties. The tone of every speech was deprecatory of war; and nearly every one expressed a willingness to make every possible conce
f a traitor. He had been ordered, one month before his surrender, to fortify Maryland Heights; which he totally neglected to do. He refused or neglected to send the axes and spades required by Col. Ford, giving no reason therefor. He paroled, on the 13th, 16 Rebel prisoners, authorizing them to pass out of our lines into those of the enemy; thus giving the Rebel commanders the fullest knowledge of all wherewith ours should have wished to keep them ignorant. Another Rebel, an officer named Rouse, who had been captured and had escaped, being retaken, was allowed a private interview by Miles, and thereupon paroled to go without our lines. He, still under parole, appeared in arms at the head of his men, among the first to enter our lines after the surrender. As to Gen. McClellan, his most glaring fault in the premises would seem to have been his designation March 29. of Col. Miles, after his shameful behavior at Bull Run, to the command of a post so important as Harper's Ferry.
33. Alarum. Men of America, Up from your slumbers! Dash the thick mist away, Each soul that cumbers! Freedom is yet alive! Wake, in her name to strive; Swarm from each busy hive Resistless numbers. Were we not freemen born-- Hero-descended? When shall the hiss of scorn, Our fame have ended? The soil of Washington Traitors should harbor none! Though all our rivers run With crimson blended. Our realm is half a world; Ocean to ocean! Shall our flag now be furled 'Mid war's commotion? No! let our Chief's command, Over broad lake and land, Rouse every freeman's hand, Each heart's devotion? Up! up for Liberty! The battle rages Of our land's history Blood stains the pages. Death may be welcome now; Though cold the laurel'd brow, Men to its fame shall bow All through the ages. From caitiff fear or flight, Good Lord, deliver! By truce with traitor might, Give us peace, never! Rather go down to dust, As in the end we must, Placing in God our trust, Freemen for ever! --Vanity Fair.
Right! Singing this song as to battle we go: March, march, march, march! Freemen unite — rouse in your might, For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Right! Land of the Free — that our fathers of old, Bleeding together, cemented in blood-- Give us thy blessing, as brave and as bold, Standing like one, as our ancestors stood-- We march, march, march, march! Conquer or fall! Hark to the call: Justice and Freedom for one and for all! Chain of the slave we have suffered so long-- Striving together, thy links we will break! Hark! for God hears us, as echoes our song, Sounding the cry to make Tyranny quake: March, march, march, march! Conquer or fall! Rouse to the call-- Justice and Freedom for one and for all! Workmen, arise! There is work for us now; Ours the red ledger for bayonet pen; Sword be our hammer, and cannon our plough; Liberty's loom must be driven by men. March, march, march, march! Freemen, we fight! roused in our might, For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Rig
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), 62. flag song of the Michigan Volunteers. (search)
and free. II. “Union and Freedom!” our war-cry is rolling, Now over the prairie, now wide o'er the billow, Hark! 'tis the battle, and soon will be tolling The knell of the soldier, who rests 'neath the willow. chorus.--Star-Spangled Banner, &c. III. Banner triumphant! though grand is thy story, We'll stamp on thy folds in this struggle to-day, Deeds of our armies, transcending in glory, The bravest yet chanted in poesy's lay. chorus--Star-Spangled Banner, &c. IV. Wise were our fathers, and brave in the battle, But treason uprises their Union to sever, Rouse for the fight! shout loud 'mid war's rattle, The Union must triumph, must triumph forever! chorus.--Star-Spangled Banner, &c. V. Trumpet, and ensign, and drum-beat are calling, From hill-side and valley, from mountain and river, “Forward the flag!” e'en though heroes are falling, Our God will His own chosen standard deliver. chorus. Star-Spangled Banner! our hopes to thee are clinging, Lead us to victory, or wrap us i
68. the war slogan. Dedicated to Captain M'Mullen's Rangers. McGregor's Gathering. Columbia is calling her sons to the border, Rouse, rouse, ye brave hearts, to conquer or die; Revenge on the Southron, and death to the traitor-- Our Union forever, the slogan we cry. Then gather! gather! gather! Then gather! gather! gather! While leaves on the forest, or foam on the river, Our Union, despite them, shall flourish forever! They trample her banner, and murder her freemen; They curse us as cowards, and swear we shall fly; Give their homes to the flames and their flesh to the ravens, Our arms, keen and gory, shall answer the lie. Then gather! gather! gather! Then gather! gather! gather! While leaves on the forest, or foam on the river, Our Union, despite them, shall flourish forever!
land! Virginia has forged her chain, Maryland, O Maryland! Hark, how it clanks o'er hill and plain, Maryland, O Maryland! Is that indeed “the proud refrain,” “Sic semper,” to be heard again, Mingled with many a cherished strain, Maryland, O Maryland! Well may the crimson stain thy cheek, Maryland, O Maryland! That thou shouldst be so basely meek, Maryland, O Maryland! When wounded Freedom sends a shriek, From plain to plain, from peak to peak, And all her clarion voices speak, Maryland, O Maryland! Wake thee, and from the dust arise, Maryland, O Maryland! Look up! look up, with eager eyes, Maryland, Maryland! Where the “star-spangled banner” flies, Across the azure of the skies, And, ere thy day of doom, be wise, Maryland, O Maryland! Gird on thy armor for the fight, Maryland, O Maryland! On for the Union and the right, Maryland, O Maryland! Be no more dead, or deaf, or dumb; Rouse to the bugle and the drum; “Huzza! she breathes! she burns! she'll come!” Maryland
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), 32. National guard marching song. (search)
32. National guard marching song. by A. J. H. Duganne. air--Lutzow's Wild Chase. A sound through the nation is rolling amain, With the power and the grandeur of thunder; It beats in the bosom and throbs in the brain Of a people awaking in wonder; Oh! if you ask why the thunders rolled-- 'Tis to rouse for Union, the free and the bold-- Rouse for Union the hearts of the free and the bold! “An army with banners” moves mightily on; Every heart to its country is plighted; The stars of those banners outdazzle the sun, With the blaze of their glories united! Oh! if you ask what is here foretold-- 'Tis to range in Union the free and the bold-- Range in Union the hearts of the free and the bold! They are marching, all marching, in Liberty's cause, With the flag of their love floating o'er them; And on its bright folds they have graven the laws Of the beautiful mother who bore them; And if you ask why the flag's unrolled-- 'Tis to lead in Union the free and the bold-- Lead in Union
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