Battle Hymn of the Republic |
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. Chorus: |: Glory! glory, hallelujah! :| Glory! glory, hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
2. I have seen Him in the watchfires
3. I have read a firey Gospel writ |
4. He has sounded forth the trumpet That shall never sound 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! Our God is marching on. Chorus:
5. In beauty of the lilies,
6. He is coming like the glory |
In December, 1861, Dr. and Mrs. Howe, with a party of friends, paid a visit to Washington. Everything about the city had a martial aspect. The railroads were guarded by pickets, the streets were full of soldiers and all about could be seen the "watchfires of a hundred circling camps".
One day the party drove several miles from the city to see a review of the Federal soldiers. An attack by the Confederates caused much excitement and delayed their return. Finally they started back to Washington under an escort of soldiers, and on the way they sang war songs, among others, "John Brown".
Waking in the gray dawn of the following morning Mrs. Howe found herself weaving together words to the music she had sung the day before. Fearing she might forget the lines if she slept again, she arose and wrote down the verses. The poem was first published in the Atlantic Monthly for February, 1862. The verses were published without the author's name, and she received but five dollars for them.
Of this great hymn a recent writer says, "Unlike many of the songs of the Civil War, it contains nothing sectional, nothing personal, nothing of a temporary character. While we feel the beauty of the lines and their aspiration after freedom, even in the piping times of peace, it is only in the time of storm and stress that their full meaning shine out. Written with intense feeling, they seem to burn and glow when our own emotions are aroused". - From The Golden Book of Favorite Songs, 1915.