We're coming with our quota of “ Six hundred thousand more.” We're coming, and we know your cheek At Henry and at Donelson, And Shiloh's bloody field, We've proved how brave a loyal sword Our noble State can wield. We're coming, for we trace the lines We know that near your burdened heart We come with freedom's stalwart arm, To meet her enemies. We leave behind us all our hearts We're coming from the Southern shore And from the Northern line, And humbly ask thee not to bid We hear a voice whose thunder tones And from the great Shekinah's throne: Oh! heed it, noble President, Than ever decked a conqueror's brow, A grateful country waits to greet Rockford, Ill. S. B. H. THE PROCLAMATION. (SEPTEMBER 22, 1862.) NOW who has done the greatest deed Which history has ever known, And who, in Freedom's direst need, Who a whole continent set free? Who killed the curse and broke the ban Which made a lie of liberty? You-Father Abraham-you're the man! The deed is done. Millions have yearned Wherever Freedom's votaries kneel. This wide world talks in many a tongue- In all your praises will be sung, In all the great will call you great. Freedom! Where'er that word is known On silent shore, by sounding sea, 'Mid millions, or in deserts lone, Your noble name shall ever be The word is out-the deed is done! THE PRESIDENT'S PROCLAMATION. JOHN BROWN SONG. BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. JOHN BROWN died on a scaffold for the slave; Dark was the hour when we dug his hallowed grave; Now God avenges the life he gladly gave. Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah! Freedom reigns to-day! John Brown sowed and his harvesters are we; John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave! John Brown lives—we are gaining on our foesRight shall be victor whatever may oppose— Fresh, through the darkness, the wind of morning blows Freedom reigns to-day! |