THE NEW REVEILLE. 243 THE NEW REVEILLE. BY WILLIAM O. BOURNE. COME from the North, O freeman! Now or never! Clothed in the panoply of right and power; The foe is striving with a bold endeavor To win the triumph in the noontide hour; Come with the earnest of the blazing future! Come with the burdens of the storied past! Come with exultings in the mighty present, And on the altar all your tribute cast. Come from the pine-clad hills and furthest river, That catch the rising of the eastern sun, With sacred vows and giant will deliver From treason's tread the land of WASHINGTON. Come from the hills where fountains pure and gushing Flow with the emblem of a better life; Or, like the cataract in thunders rushing, Press on and conquer in the holy strife. Come from the loom where artist-hands are weaving Their rare devices in the warp and woof; The stronger web in Time's great loom is leaving A mighty future to a tyrant's hoof; 244 THE NEW REVEILLE. With living threads that beat with love's pulsations, Come from the fields, O brave and sturdy yeoman! Come from the hearthstones where ye love to sing! Now is the hour to meet the bloody foeman, Come from the Keystone in the arch of Union! Bring from the dark mines the treasures lying deep! The fires grow hotter in the nation's furnace, With fiercer blasts that will not let us sleep; With stalwart arms our heroes now are moulding Pillars of iron for our temple dome, Which now we forge, while other lands, beholding, Hear the great anvil ring in Freedom's home. Come from the mountain, lake, and fertile prairie, Blooming in verdure where the freemen toil ; TO CANAÄN! soil; 245 Strike for the waters that shall onward carry Come from the South, O well-tried sons of sorrow! TO CANAÄN! A SONG OF THE SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND.* WHERE are you going, soldiers, With banner, gun, and sword? We're marching South to Canaän * See Numbers i. 45, 46. 246 TO CANAÄN! What Captain leads your Along the rebel coasts? armies His name is Lord of Hosts! The Lord has led us forth, To blow before the heathen walls What flag is this you carry Along the sea and shore? The same our grandsires lifted up, - It shed the crimson rain, What God has woven in His loom To Canaän, to Canaän The banners of the North! What troop is this that follows, All armed with picks and spades? These are the swarthy bondsmen, They'll pile up Freedom's breastwork, TO CANAÄN! They'll scoop out rebels' graves; And march them off for slaves? What The Lord has led us forth, To strike upon the captive's chain song is this you 're singing? When Moses led the mighty choir, The priests and maidens cried; To Canaan, to Canaän The Lord has led us forth, 247 To thunder through its adder dens When Canaän's hosts are scattered, The Lord will see to that! |