English: Julia Ward Howe by J. E. Purdy, Boston, 1902
Identifier: famousamericanso00kobbrich (find matches)
Title: Famous American songs
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Kobbé, Gustav, 1857-1918
Subjects: Songs, English -- History and criticism National songs -- United States
Publisher: New York, T. Y. Crowell & co
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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James Freeman Clarke and Julia WardHowe visited an outpost of the armyin Virginia, witnessed a skirmish, andheard the soldiers, as they returned 159 famoug amertcan ^ongg to camp, singing their favorite march-ing song. Dr. Clarke suggested toMrs. Howe that she write better wordsto go with the sturdy rhythm of themusic. The result was the Battle-Hymn of the Republic, undoubtedlythe finest poem produced by the CivilWar, but not destined to be consid-ered better words by the soldiers,who clung to their rude chant, theJohn Brown Song. BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred cir-cling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dewsand damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flar-ing lamps.His day is marching on. i6o
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PhotuKraph, Copyright, I.nBy J. E. Puray, Boston JULIA WARD HOWE ^ome CKHar ^ongjss I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never callretreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judg-ment-seat : Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him I be jubilant, myfeet!Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me:As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,While God is marching on. No doubt it is too sectional to havebeen sung in the Spanish War whenNorth and South marched shoulderto shoulder once more. Yet had itbeen sung by our troops in Cuba,it would now be, through its use bythe British soldiers in the Soudan andin South Africa, the marching song i6i f amou)2i american ^
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