The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival With a biographical sketch |
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| 1. | I. The Battle Call. |
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I. The Battle Call.
“Ach ty pole, moe pole czistoe—”
“Ah! thou plain, my open plain!”
“Ah! thou plain, my open plain!”
Loud rings the battle trumpet,
Far resounding, far swelling!
Rouse, heroes, rouse to the conflict!
See, yonder the dark foe
Sweeps, like a winter storm!
Far resounding, far swelling!
Rouse, heroes, rouse to the conflict!
See, yonder the dark foe
Sweeps, like a winter storm!
On speeds the fierce invader,
Wild as ocean high-heaving!
Strong nerve ye, boldly to meet him!
Back hurl him, as dashed wave
Rolls from the rock-bound shore!
Wild as ocean high-heaving!
Strong nerve ye, boldly to meet him!
Back hurl him, as dashed wave
Rolls from the rock-bound shore!
Earth far has shook beneath him,
All-invading, all-subduing!
Yet fear not,—country is sacred!
Who arms for his loved home,
Fights with the sword of Heaven!
All-invading, all-subduing!
Yet fear not,—country is sacred!
Who arms for his loved home,
Fights with the sword of Heaven!
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