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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Battle Hymn of the Republic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">. Howe's Final version<br> Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:<br> He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;<br> He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword:<br> His Truth is marching on.<br> I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;<br> They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;<br> I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps.<br> His Day is marching on.<br> I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:<br> 'As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;<br> Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,<br> Since God is marching on.'<br> He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;<br> He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat:<br> Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!<br> Our God is marching on.<br> In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,<br> With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me:<br> As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,<br> While God is marching on.<br> 2. Howe's First Manuscript Version<br> Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.<br> He is trampling out the wine press, where the grapes of wrath are stored,<br> He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of his terrible swift sword,<br> His truth is marching on.<br> I have seen him in the watchfires of an hundred circling camps<br> They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps,<br> I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,<br> His day is marching on.<br> I have read a burning Gospel writ in fiery rows of steel,<br> As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal<br> Let the hero born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,<br> Our God is marching on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He has sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat,<br> He has waked the earth's dull sorrow with a high ecstatic beat,<br> Oh! be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet<br> Our God is marching on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the whiteness of the lilies he was born across the sea<br> With a glory in his bosom that shines out on you and me,<br> As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,<br> Our God is marching on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave<br> He is wisdom to the mighty, he is sucour to the brave<br> So the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of Time his slave<br> Our God is marching on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+Ward+Howe">Julia Ward Howe</a><div class=q>
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 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 fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword:
 His Truth is marching on.
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