The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-04-05

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.
The stars of heaven are looking kindly
down,
The stars of heaven are looking kindly
The stars of heaven are looking kindly
down,
On the grave of old John Brown.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Glory, glory, halleluiah,
Glory. glory, hallelujah,
His soul is marching on.
He's gone to be a soldier in the army Of
He's gone to be a soldier in the army Of
the Lord.
He's gone, to be a soldier in the army of
the Lord,
His soul is marching on
Glory. glory, halleluiah!
Glory, glory. hallelujahl
Glory, glory, hallelujahi
His soul is marching on.
John Browns knapsack is strapped uDon
his back
John Browns knapsack is strapped upon
john Browns knapsack is strapped upon
his back,
His soul is marching on.
Glory, glory, halIeIujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.
1t was left to Julia Ward Howe to con-
tribute 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
conflct for human freedom
:, she mad been to the front after the bat
powers of the North and the South arr
rGayed against each other on the omen
e R6a I OF battle With the instinct Of genius.
straight to the core of the cause, The
great struggle for humanity seemed to
open oeIore ner, and. with the eye of a
seer; ana with the stately dignity of an
Gent prophecy, she gave to the world
1.-THE Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eye eyes ST. have seen the glory of the
lie ls tramping out the vintage where
the grapes of wrath are stored:
terrible swift sword;
Our God is marching on,
I have seen Him in the watchfres of q
49, hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the
evening deWs and damps;
l can read His righteous sentence bv the
dim and faring lamps;
His day is marching on
1 have read a fiery gospel writ in bur-
80 nlshed rows of steel;
AS ye deal with my COntemners, so nv
wrath with you will deal;
Let the hero born of women brufse the
serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that
shall never call retreat;
he IS sitting out the hearts of men before
His judgment seat;
On, be. swift, my soul, to answer Him; be
jubilant, my feet,
Our COD IS marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was rorn
across the sea.
I With glory in His bosom that trans
figures you and me:
AS He died to make men holy, let us die
to make men free,
While God Is marching on,
There is in these splendid stanzas moth
ing personal, nothing selfish: there
breathes no hatred, no vengeance but the
vengeance of God. 1t is the voice of a
people relying upon the power of the
sword and the vindication Of heaven. This
song, adapted to the tune of John
BroWn,' expressed at once the dignity
! and sacredneSs of the cause for which
| so much blood and treasure were OUT
pouring
This was in 1861. The song was a bat
tie hymn; 1t melted to heroic action. In
1854, came the chant Of victory March
ing Through Georgia" the outbIlrst of a
people celebrating in song the greatest
military achievement of modern times
julia Ward was born in New York, May
~, 1873, and married DR.. Samuel c.
Howe, the OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES known IN,
connection with educa tional work for the
Dllnd and feeble-minded-in 1S43 Mrs
howe is scholarly writer and besides
books and poems has been a large con-
trtbutOr to periodicals. She was foremost
in the woman suffrage movement, and has
preached and lectured extensively i'm
America and Europe. Two daughters and
a son have also contributed to the litera-
ture OF the country.