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SHOULDER ARMS. 299
Though the chasm be awful with lightning,
Who fears not shall falter not. On ! Strong heart! to thy summit bear proudly, Did tempest shock never so loudly !
True spirit, wild, war-free ! thine onward
Advance is the errand of ruth, And to cloudward, and starward, and sunward
Career'st in the battle of Truth! On ! Freedom ! fall, shackles, asunder, And march to the roll of the thunder !
BY C. G. DUNN.
THERE 's a cry sweeps o'er the land —
Shoulder arms! Who will now a coward stand, While the country needs his aid ? Cowardice for fools was made. Shoulder arms!
Who 'a afraid to meet the foe ?
Shoulder arms! Who would see the flag laid low