. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . HARD HE^NRY STODDARD. [This poem was the second piece that appeared inprint after the fall of Fort Sumter. It was published inthe World on the day after the appearance of Mr. Sted-mans The Twelfth of April.—Editor.] MEN of the North and West,Wake in your , as the rebels have done. For the fight!You cannot shrink from the test ;Rise ! Men of the North and West ! They have torn down your banner of stars ; They hav
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . HARD HE^NRY STODDARD. [This poem was the second piece that appeared inprint after the fall of Fort Sumter. It was published inthe World on the day after the appearance of Mr. Sted-mans The Twelfth of April.—Editor.] MEN of the North and West,Wake in your , as the rebels have done. For the fight!You cannot shrink from the test ;Rise ! Men of the North and West ! They have torn down your banner of stars ; They have trampled the laws ;They have stifled the freedom they hate, For no cause !Do you love it or slavery best ?Speak ! Men of the North and West ! 174 /IRen ot tbe IRortb anD Oaest 175 They strike at the life of the State : Shall the murder be doue ?They cry : We are two ! And you ? We are one ! You must meet them, then, breast to breast;On ! Men of the North and West ! Not with words ; they laugh them to scorn. And tears they despise ;But with swords in your hands, and death In youir eyes !Strike home ! leave to God all the rest;Strike ! Men of the North and West !. RHODE ISLAND TO THE General F. W. I^ANDER. ONCE, on New Englands bloody heights,And oer a southern plain,Our fathers fought for sovereign rights,That working men might reign. And by that only Lord we serve. The great Jehovahs name ;By those sweet lips that ever nerve High hearts to deeds of fame ; By all that makes the man a king,The household hearth a throne,— Take back the idle scoff ye fling,Where freedom claims its own. For though our battle hope was vague Upon Manassas plain,Where Slocum stood with gallant Sprague And gave his life in vain,—176 IRbo^e Ifslan^ to tbe Soutb 177 Before we yield the holy trust Our old forefathers gave,Or wrong New Englands hallowed dust, Or grant the wrongs ye crave,— We 11 print in kindred gore so deep The shore we love to tread,That womans eyes shall fail to weep O
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