Warren’s Address to the American Soldiers
 
By John Pierpont
 
STAND! the ground’s your own, my braves!  
Will ye give it up to slaves?  
Will ye look for greener graves?  
 Hope ye mercy still?  
What ’s the mercy despots feel?    
Hear it in that battle-peal!  
Read it on yon bristling steel!  
 Ask it, ye who will.  
 
Fear ye foes who kill for hire?  
Will ye to your homes retire?      
Look behind you! they ’re a-fire!  
 And, before you, see  
Who have done it! From the vale  
On they come! And will ye quail?  
Leaden rain and iron hail        
 Let their welcome be!  
 
In the God of battles trust!  
Die we may, and die we must;  
But, O, where can dust to dust  
 Be consigned so well,      
As where Heaven its dews shall shed  
On the martyred patriot’s bed,  
And the rocks shall raise their head,  
 Of his deeds to tell!


If you don't appreciate poetry, read it again. If you appreciate poetry, you will recognize this.

I loved the poem so much I borrowed a couple of its lines for my signature line!

Eric The(It'sMyDevotional)Hun[>]:)]