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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drum-Taps</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aroused and angry,<br> I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war;<br> But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd, and I resign'd<br> myself,<br> To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drum-Taps</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> FIRST, O songs, for a prelude,<br> Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city,<br> How she led the rest to arms--how she gave the cue,<br> How at once with lithe limbs, unwaiting a moment, she sprang;<br> (O superb! O Manhattan, my own, my peerless!<br> O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis! O truer than<br> steel!)<br> How you sprang! how you threw off the costumes of peace with<br> indifferent hand;<br> How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard<br> in their stead;<br> How you led to the war, (that shall serve for our prelude, songs of<br> soldiers,)<br> How Manhattan drum-taps led.   10</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading;<br> Forty years as a pageant--till unawares, the Lady of this teeming and<br> turbulent city,<br> Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth,<br> With her million children around her--suddenly,<br> At dead of night, at news from the south,<br> Incens'd, struck with clench'd hand the pavement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A shock electric--the night sustain'd it;<br> Till with ominous hum, our hive at day-break pour'd out its myriads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> From the houses then, and the workshops, and through all the<br> doorways,<br> Leapt they tumultuous--and lo! Manhattan arming.  20</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> To the drum-taps prompt,<br> The young men falling in and arming;<br> The mechanics arming, (the trowel, the jack-plane, the blacksmith's<br> hammer, tost aside with precipitation;)<br> The lawyer leaving his office, and arming--the judge leaving the<br> court;<br> The driver deserting his wagon in the street, jumping down, throwing<br> the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs;<br> The salesman leaving the store--the boss, book-keeper, porter, all<br> leaving;<br> Squads gather everywhere by common consent, and arm;<br> The new recruits, even boys--the old men show them how to wear their<br> accoutrements--they buckle the straps carefully;<br> Outdoors arming--indoors arming--the flash of the musket-barrels;<br> The white tents cluster in camps--the arm'd sentries around--the<br> sunrise cannon, and again at sunset;  30<br> Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark<br> from the wharves;<br> (How good they look, as they tramp down to the river, sweaty, with<br> their guns on their shoulders!<br> How I love them! how I could hug them, with their brown faces, and<br> their clothes and knapsacks cover'd with dust!)<br> The blood of the city up--arm'd! arm'd! the cry everywhere;<br> The flags flung out from the steeples of churches, and from all the<br> public buildings and stores;<br> The tearful parting--the mother kisses her son--the son kisses his<br> mother;<br> (Loth is the mother to part--yet not a word does she speak to detain<br> him;)<br> The tumultuous escort--the ranks of policemen preceding, clearing the<br> way;<br> The unpent enthusiasm--the wild cheers of the crowd for their<br> favorites;<br> The artillery--the silent cannons, bright as gold, drawn along,<br> rumble lightly over the stones;  40<br> (Silent cannons--soon to cease your silence!<br> Soon, unlimber'd, to begin the red business;)<br> All the mutter of preparation--all the determin'd arming;<br> The hospital service--the lint, bandages, and medicines;<br> The women volunteering for nurses--the work begun for, in earnest--no<br> mere parade now;<br> War! an arm'd race is advancing!--the welcome for battle--no turning<br> away;<br> War! be it weeks, months, or years--an arm'd race is advancing to<br> welcome it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Mannahatta a-march!--and it's O to sing it well!<br> It's O for a manly life in the camp!<br> And the sturdy artillery!   50<br> The guns, bright as gold--the work for giants--to serve well the<br> guns:<br> Unlimber them! no more, as the past forty years, for salutes for<br> courtesies merely;<br> Put in something else now besides powder and wadding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> And you, Lady of Ships! you Mannahatta!<br> Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city!<br> Often in peace and wealth you were pensive, or covertly frown'd amid<br> all your children;<br> But now you smile with joy, exulting old Mannahatta!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war;
 But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd, and I resign'd
 myself,
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