Title:  Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 9, No. 52, February, 1862

Author:  Various

Release Date:  April 17, 2004 [EBook #12066]

Language:  English

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THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY.

A Magazine of literature, art, and politics.

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VOL.  IX.  FEBRUARY, 1862.—­NO.  LII

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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 circling camps;
  They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
  I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: 
    His day is marching on.

  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 this Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
    Since God is marching on.”

  He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
  He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat: 
  Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! 
    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.

AGNES OF SORRENTO

CHAPTER XX

FLORENCE AND HER PROPHET

It was drawing towards evening, as two travellers, approaching Florence from the south, checked their course on the summit of one of the circle of hills which command a view of the city, and seemed to look down upon it with admiration.  One of these was our old friend Father Antonio, and the other the Cavalier.  The former was mounted on an ambling mule, whose easy pace suited well with his meditative habits; while the other reined in a high-mettled steed, who, though now somewhat jaded under the fatigue of a long journey, showed by a series of little lively motions of his ears and tail, and by pawing the ground impatiently, that he had the inexhaustible stock of spirits which goes with good blood.