The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-12-02

NOAAS, Luz lily Qalila0ce does thee wrong.
Maryland!
Come to thine own heroic throng,
stalking with liberty along
And chant thy dauntless slogan-song,
Maryland, my Maryland!
1 see the blush upon thy cheek,
IT,. +,,o, Maryland!
TOT 'nou "a Mae ever ND 6F1avely meek,
But 10! there surges forth a shrek,
From hill to hill, from creek to creek.
Potomac calls to Chesapeake,
Maryland, my Maryland
Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll.
Maryland!
Thou wilt not bend to his control.
Maryland!
Better the fire upon thee roll
letter, the shot, the blade the bowl,
1hdn cruclIlMOn of the SOUL
Maryland, my Marylandi
1 hear the distant thunder hum.
- Maryland!
The old-line bugle, fife and drum.
Maryland!
She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb
Hurrah! She spurns the Northern scum!
one breathes, she burns, she'll come
she'll come,
Maryland, my Maryland!
In direct contrast to this spirit was the
outburst from the North. Calmly, as
under the shadow of a great purpose,
the North gathered strength for the
struggle. From every city, village and
hamlet came the roll Of the drum and
the tread of troops, marching to the song
John Browns body lies Wondering in
the grave" Who wrote the song. no
one knows-the tune seemed to rise from
the ground. Thus came into being, by
p1ecemeal this most popular war song,
as also, did many others less universal,
which served their day and were forgot.
1t was left to Julia Ward Howe
to contribute to the literature of the
world a song that affords an index of
the spiritual part on the part Of the North
of the great conflict for human freedom.
She had been to the front after the
battle Of Bull Run. She had seen the
giant powers of the North and the South
arrayed against each other on the open
held of battle. With the instinct of
genius. she pierced the veil Of sham and
saw straight to the core of the cause.
he great struggle for humanity seemed
to open before her, and, with the eye Of
Il seer, and with the stately dignity of
ancient prophesy, she gave to the world
The Battle Hymn of the Republic"
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the
coming of the Lord;
lie is tramping out the vintage, where
the grapes of wrath are stored;
He has losed the fateful lightning of
His terrible swift sword;
Our God is marching on.
I have seen him in the watchfires Of a
~ hundred circling camps;
Ihey have builded Him an altar in the
evenings deWS and damps:
can read His righteous sentence by the
dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in bur-
nished rows of steel;
AS We deal with my cOntemners, so my
wrath with you viii deal;
Let The hero born of women brlIiSe the
serpent with his heeI';
Since God is marching on.
These and the subsequent stanzas en-
bodied as no other expression, the martial
frenzy Of the North There is nothing
personal. nothing selfish; there breatbes
no hatred, no vengeance, but the venge-
o'4lCS VI STOu. II is the voice Of people
relying upon the power of the sword and
the Yindicatton of heaven. This SONG.
adapted TO the tune of John Brown"
expressed at once the dignity and sacred
ness of the cause for which so much
blood and treasure were outpouring.
This was in 1861. The song was a bat
tie hymn; 1t melted to heroic action.
In 1864, came the chant Of victory
Marching Through Georgia" Here Is
the oathurst of a people celebrating in
song, the greatest military achievement
Of modern times
The time may be coming, and that soon
when the nation will again be stirred TO
song. 1t may come as the result Of
magnanimous national deed. It may
be born in the throes of an heroic self
defense.