John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| 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. |
| Battle Hymn of the Republic. |
| 2 |
| In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. |
| Battle Hymn of the Republic. |
| 3 |
| Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms, To deck our girls for gay delights! The crimson flower of battle blooms, And solemn marches fill the nights. |
| Our Orders. |
| 4 |
| The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed, Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed: ’T was red with the blood of freemen and white with the fear of the foe; And the stars that fight in their courses ’gainst tyrants its symbols know. |
| The Flag. |