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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.
 
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.
 
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.”
 
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.
 
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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