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A GATHERING SONG, |
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A GATHERING SONG. Tune—" The Campbells are Coming."
A VOICE from the East and a voice from the West,
A voice from the shade where the patriots rest, A voice from the vales, and each echoing height, On the ear it breaks through the dropped curtain
of night; The voice of a trumpet, it pealeth afar, And thrills through the nation a trumpet of war ; From the roar of the lakes to the ocean's wide
bound, A marshalling host doth reecho the sound.
Chorus: They gather ! they gather! true-hearted and brave ! While star-spangled banners exultingly wave ; He who sits on the stars with His sceptre of might Sustaineth the arm which supporteth the Right.
The cattle are grazing beneath the green shade, The ploughshare is left in the unfurrowed glade, The counting-house merchant, from day-book and
dues, Is lost in the current of martial reviews ; |
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