own out of mortal crown. J. W. H.
I honour the author of the Battle Hymn, and of The flag. She was born in the city of New York.
I couldand groping for pen and paper, scrawled in the gray twilight the Battle Hymn of the Republic.
She was used to writing thus; verses often came Union armies marched to its swing.
Among the singers of the Battle Hymn was Chaplain McCabe, the fighting chaplain of the 122d Ohio Voluces; and when he came to that night in Libby Prison, he sang the Battle Hymn once more.
The effect was magical: people shouted, wept, and saelpless Honesty!
As if Honesty could ever be helpless.)
The Battle Hymn of the Republic has been translated into Italian, Spanish, and Astein'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 wthem The flag, which is to be found in many anthologies.
As the Battle Hymn was the voice of the nation's, so this was the expression of her