Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1864-11-05
THE LAST RALLY.
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From the Atlantic Monthly for November

NOVEMBER loo4.
From the Atlantic Monthly for November ]
Rally rally rsIlyl
Arouse the slumbering land!
Rally rally from the mountain aud valley,
And up from the Ocean-strand!
Ye sons Of the West, Americas best
New Hampshire's men Of might Z,
From prairie and crag unfurl the dag, 80
And rally TO the fight A
Armies Of untried heroes,
Disguised in craftsLIsn and clerk
Te men Of the coast, invincible host
Come every one to the work,
From the fisherman gray, as the salt-ses spray,
That on Long Island breaks,
To the youth who tills the uttermost hills
BY the blue northwestern lakesi
And ye Freedmen rally, rally
To the banners of the North
Through the shattered door of bondage pour
Your swarthy legions forthi
Kentuekians ye Of Tennessee
Who sc0rned the desPet's sway
To all, to all, the bugle call
OF Freedom sounds to-day
Old men shall hght with the ballot,
Weapons the last and besti
And the bayonet, with blond red.wet,
Shall write the will of she rest
And the boys shall fill mems places,
And the little maiden rock
Her doll as she sits with her grandam and knits
An unknown hero's sock.
And the heart Of heroic mothers, u
And the deeds of noble wives,
With their power to bless, shall aid no less
Than the brave who give their lives.
The rich their gold shall bring, and the old
Shall help rs with their prayers
While lowering hosts of psllid ghosts
Attend US unawares-
From the CHASTITY fields OF Shiloh o..
Muster the phantom bands;
From Yirginia,s swamPs and deaths white camps
On Carolina sands
From Fredericksburg and Gettysburg,
see them gathering fast
And up from Manassas what is il that passes
Like thin clouds in the blast.
From the Wilderness, where bIanchss 4
The nameless skeleton;
Prom Yicksburgs Slaughter and red-streaked water
And the trenches of Donelson;
From the cruel, cruel prisons,
Where their be dies pinned away,
From groaning decks and sunken wrecks,
They gather with us to-day.
And they say to us, "Rally rallyv'
The work is almost done
Ye harvesters rally from mountain and valley
And reap the fields won.
We sowed for endless years Of peace,
We narrowed and watered well
Our dying deeds were the scattered seeds,
Shall they perish where they fell
Aud their brothers, left betinti them
In the deadly roar and clash
or cannon and sword, by ere aud ford,
And the carbine's quiyeFing flash -tt
Before the rebel eitidel
Just trembling to its fall
From GeOrgia's glens, from FIoTida's fens,
For us they call, they CALI
The Hfe-bloOd of the tyrant n
Is ebbing fast away;
Victory waits at her opening gates,
And smiles on our array:
With solemn eyes the Centuries
Before watching stand,
And Love lets down his starry crown
To bless the future land.
One more sublime endeavor,
And behold the dawn Of Peace
One more endeayor, and war forever
throughout the land shall cease;
Forever aud ever che vanquished power
OF Slavery shall be slain,
And Freedoms stained and trampled flower
Shall blossom white again
Then rally rally, rally
Make tumut in the land!
lie foresters, rally from mountain and valley,
We fishermen, from the strand;
Brave sons Of the West, Americas best
New England's men Of might
From prairie and erag, unfurl the haR,
And rally to the fight - 7. TROwBEIBGK.