From the foul dens where our brothers are dying, Aliens and foes in the land of their birth,— From the rank swamps where our martyrs are lying, Pleading in vain for a handful of earth,—
From the hot plains where they perish outnumbered, Furrowed and ridged by the battle-field’s plough, Comes the loud summons; too long you have slumbered, Hear the last Angel-trump—Never or Now!
1862.
BOY BRITTAN.
(Battle of Fort Henry, Tenn., Feb. 6, 1862.)
By FORCEYTHE WILLSON.