Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit. 1904. | | | | II. Freedom | | Battle-Hymn of the Republic | | Julia Ward Howe (1819–1910) |
| | | 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. | |
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| I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| 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; | 10 |
| Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, | |
| Since God is marching on.” | |
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| 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! | 15 |
| Our God is marching on. | |
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| 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. | 20 | | | |
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