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MARCHING ON. 30 3
For fathers and for brothers, who will never more
return ! For other hands than loving ones their resting-places
made ! And stranger eyes are gazing on the spots where
they were laid,
When ceased their marching on !
Each soldier's heart is beating with a purpose firm and high —
As he thinks of this rebellion — to conquer it or die I
His cheeks are brightly glowing, and proudly flash his eyes,
Whene'er he thinks of Donelson's or Macon's victories,
As he goes marching on !
And when the thought comes o'er them how the
noble Lyon fell, E'en to the last contesting for the cause he loved
so well, They sternly grasp their rifles and rush onward to
the field; Resolved, that while life lasteth, they will never, never yield,
But still go marching on ! |
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