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Show BATTLE HV.MX OF THE REPUBLIC (By Julia Ward Howe) Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapea of wrath are stored; He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on. have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an alter in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. IUb day 1b marching on. ,1 have read a fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished Bteel; "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 Beat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be Jubilent, 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 trans-figures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. |