StoryTitle("caps", "Battle Hymn of the Republic") ?>
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "His truth is marching on.", "") ?>
PagePoem(116, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "His day is marching on.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0DQ", "", "\"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Since God is marching on.\"", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Our God is marching on.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "While God is marching on.", "") ?>
PoemAttribution("85", SmallCapsText("—Julia Ward Howe.")) ?>
PoemEnd() ?>