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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), 32. National guard marching song. (search)
32. National guard marching song. by A. J. H. Duganne. air--Lutzow's Wild Chase. A sound through the nation is rolling amain, With the power and the grandeur of thunder; It beats in the bosom and throbs in the brain Of a people awaking in wonder; Oh! if you ask why the thunders rolled-- 'Tis to rouse for Union, the free and the bold-- Rouse for Union the hearts of the free and the bold! “An army with banners” moves mightily on; Every heart to its country is plighted; The stars of those banners outdazzle the sun, With the blaze of their glories united! Oh! if you ask what is here foretold-- 'Tis to range in Union the free and the bold-- Range in Union the hearts of the free and the bold! They are marching, all marching, in Liberty's cause, With the flag of their love floating o'er them; And on its bright folds they have graven the laws Of the beautiful mother who bore them; And if you ask why the flag's unrolled-- 'Tis to lead in Union the free and the bold-- Lead in Union
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), The Star of the West (search)
The Star of the West I. I wish I was in de land oa cotton, Old times dair ain't not forgotten-- Look away, &c, In Dixie land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornina-- Look away, &c. chorus — Den I wish I was in Dixie. II. In Dixie land dat frosty mornina, Jis ‘bout de time de day was dawnina-- Look away, &c. De signal fire from de east bin roarina Rouse up Dixie, no more snorina-- Look away, &c. chorus — Den I wish I was in Dixie. III. Dat rocket high a blazing in de sky, 'Tis de sign dat de snobbies am comina up nigh Look away, &c. Dey bin braggina long, if we dare to shoot a shot, Dey comina up strong and dey'll send us all to pot-- Fire away, fire away, lads in gray. chorus — Den I wish I was in Dixie. --Charleston M
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 470 (search)
156. our orders. Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms, To deck our girls for gay delights! The crimson flower of battle blooms, And solemn marches fill the nights. Weave but the flag whose bars to-day Drooped heavy o'er our early dead, And homely garments, coarse and gray, For orphans that must earn their bread! Keep back your tunes, ye viols sweet, That pour delight from other lands! Rouse there the dancer's restless feet,-- The trumpet leads our warrior bands. And ye that wage the war of words, With mystic fame and subtle power, Go, chatter to the idle birds, Or teach the lesson of the hour! Ye Sibyl Arts, in one stern knot Be all your offices combined! Stand close, while Courage draws the lot, The destiny of humankind! And if that destiny could fail, The sun should darken in the sky, The eternal bloom of Nature pale, And God, and Truth, and Freedom die! --Atlantic Monthly, July.