THE HUNDRED DAYS' MEN.
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Now calm they sleep, by plain and hill, wrapped in their army-blue,
Or bear our banners bravely on,—and will, till wars are through!
Or bear our banners bravely on,—and will, till wars are through!
And still there's peril. Fife and drum thrill every village now,
And quickly down the grain is flung and idle stands the plough.
O eager youth! O earnest men! your steps we will not stay;
There's nobler need, there's weightier work; haste to the camp away!
We'll bear the double burden, and blithely plant and sow,
That tent and town and lonely roof no fear of want may know.
And when come round the reaping-days and lingering moonlight-eves,
In cheerful households, young and old, we 'll bind the ripened sheaves;
The girls shall pluck the golden ears, the happy children glean,
And thus we'll bring the harvest home, with many a song between,
And praise to God that sheaves nor sons we prized, the Land before,
But joyfully, in busy May, gave up our thousands more!
And quickly down the grain is flung and idle stands the plough.
O eager youth! O earnest men! your steps we will not stay;
There's nobler need, there's weightier work; haste to the camp away!
We'll bear the double burden, and blithely plant and sow,
That tent and town and lonely roof no fear of want may know.
And when come round the reaping-days and lingering moonlight-eves,
In cheerful households, young and old, we 'll bind the ripened sheaves;
The girls shall pluck the golden ears, the happy children glean,
And thus we'll bring the harvest home, with many a song between,
And praise to God that sheaves nor sons we prized, the Land before,
But joyfully, in busy May, gave up our thousands more!
Illinois, May, 1864.
