It has also been set to music many times, but never successfully.
It is inseparably wedded to the air for which it was written, an air simple, martial, and dignified: no attempt to divorce the two could ever succeed.
From the time of writing it to that of her death, she was constantly besieged by requests for autograph copies of part or the whole of the hymn.
Sometimes the petitioners realized what they asked, as when Edmund Clarence Stedman wrote:--
I can well understand what a Frankenstein's monster such a creation grows to be — such a poem as the Battle Hymn, when it has become the sacred scroll of millions, each one of whom would fain obtain a copy of it.
Reasonable or unreasonable, she tried to meet every such request; no one can ever know how many times she copied the hymn, but if a record had been kept, some one with a turn for multiplication might tell us whether the lines put together made up a mile, or more, or less.
She wrote many other poems of the war, am
and heard Clarke preach about John Brown, whom God bless, and will bless!
I am much too dull to write anything good about him, but shall say something at the end of my book on Cuba, whereof I am at present correcting the proof-sheets.
I went to see his poor wife, who passed through here some days since.
We shed tears together and embraced at parting, poor soul!
Folks say that the last number of my Cuba is the best thing I ever did, in prose or verse.
Even Emerson wrote me about it from Concord.
I tell you this in case you should not find out of your own accord that it is good.
I have had rather an unsettled autumn-have been very infirm and inactive, but have kept up as well as possible — going to church, also to Opera, also to hear dear Edwin Booth, who is playing better than ever.
My children are all well and delightful....
I have finished Tacitus' history, also his Germans. ... Chev is not at all annoyed by the newspapers, but has been greatly overdone by anxiety and labo