Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MARCH OF THE REGIMENT, 1861, by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL Poet's Biography First Line: Here they come!-'tis the twelfth, you know Last Line: The lilies and palms of god. Subject(s): Marching & Marches; Militarism; New York City - 19th Century; Patriotism; Soldiers; War | ||||||||
Here they come!'tis the Twelfth, you know, The colonel is just at hand; The ranks close up, to the measured flow Of music cheery and grand. Glitter on glitter, row by row, The steady bayonets, on they go For God and the Right to stand; Another thousand to front the foe! And to dieif it must be even so For the dear old fatherland! O trusty and true! O gay warm heart! O manly and earnest brow! Here, in the hurrying street, we part To meetah! when and how? O ready and staunch! who, at war's alarm, On lonely hill-side and mountain-farm Have left the axe and the plough! That every tear were a holy charm, To guard, with honour, some head from harm, And to quit some generous vow! For, of valiant heart and of sturdy arm Was never more need than now. Ay! 'tis at hand!foul lips, be dumb! Our Armageddon is yet to come! But cheery bugle and angry drum, With volleyed rattle and roar, And cannon thunder-throb, shall be drowned That day in a grander, stormier sound; The Land, from mountain to shore, Hurling shackle and scourge and stake Back to their Lender of pit and lake; ('Twas Tophet leased them of yore), O mighty heart! thou wast long to wake. 'Tis thine, to-morrow, to win or break In a deadlier close once more, If but for the dear and glorious sake Of those who have gone before. O Fair and Faithful! that, sun by sun, Slept on the field, or lost or won, Children dear of the Holy One! Rest in your wintry sod. Rest, your noble devoir is done, Doneand forever! Ours, to-day, The dreary drift and the frozen clay By trampling armies trod; The smoky shroud of the War-Simoom, The maddened crime at bay with her Doom, And fighting it, clod by clod. O Calm and Glory!beyond the gloom, Above the bayonets bend and bloom The lilies and palms of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL |
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