. 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 . 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
. 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 . 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 Oer mans unnumbered OUR COUNTRYS CALL. By WIIvLIAM CULIvEN BRYANT. LAY down the axe, fling by the spade ;Leave in its track the toiling plough ;The rifle and the bayonet-blade For arms like yours were fitter now ;And let the hands that ply the pen Quit the light task, and learn to wieldThe horsemans crooked brand, and reinThe charger on the battle-field. Our country calls ; away ! away ! To where the blood-stream blots the green ;Strike to defend the gentlest sway That Time in all his course has , from a thousand coverts—see Spring the armed foes that haunt her trackThey rush to smite her down, and we Must beat the banded traitors back. Ho ! sturdy as the oaks ye cleave,And moved as soon to fear and flight, 178 ©ur Countrg0 Gall 179 Men of the glade and forest! leaveYour woodcraft for the field of fight. The arms that wield the axe must pourAn iron tempest on the foe ; His serried ranks shall reel beforeThe arm that lays the panther low. And ye who breast the mountain s
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