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John Bartlett (1820–1905).  Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.  1919.
 
Julia Ward Howe. (1819–1910)
 
 
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    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.
          Battle Hymn of the Republic.
2
    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.
          Battle Hymn of the Republic.
3
    Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms,
  To deck our girls for gay delights!
The crimson flower of battle blooms,
  And solemn marches fill the nights.
          Our Orders.
4
    The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed,
Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed:
’T was red with the blood of freemen and white with the fear of the foe;
And the stars that fight in their courses ’gainst tyrants its symbols know.
          The Flag.
 

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