He shall file in front where the lines of battle form,
He shall face to front when the squares of battle form—­
Time with the column, and charge in the storm,

                    Where men are marching on.

Ah, foul Tyrants! do ye hear him where he comes? 
Ah, black traitor! do ye know him as he comes,
In thunder of the cannon and roll of the drums,

                    As we go marching on?

Men may die, and molder in the dust—­
Men may die, and arise again from dust,
Shoulder to shoulder, in the ranks of the Just,

                    When Heaven is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah! 
Glory, glory, hallelujah! 
Glory, glory, hallelujah! 

    His soul is marching on.

HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL.

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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 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 call retreat;
  He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat: 
  O, 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.

JULIA WARD HOWE.

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JOHN CHARLES FREMONT.[A]

[Footnote A:  Fremont’s proclamation of martial law in Missouri, in August, 1861, declaring free all slaves of Rebels, was received with ardor by the North, but annulled by President Lincoln as premature.]

  Thy error, Fremont, simply was to act
  A brave man’s part, without the statesman’s tact,
  And, taking counsel but of common sense,
  To strike at cause as well as consequence. 
  O, never yet since Roland wound his horn
  At Roncesvalles has a blast been blown
  Far-heard, wide-echoed, startling as thine