Arms And The Man. - The Ravages Of War.

This on the water: on the land a scene     Whose Epic scope is far beyond my power,     For on this spot a People's fate hath been     Decided in an hour.     Long was the conflict waged through weary years     Counted from when the sturdy farmers fell:     Hopes crucified, red trenches, bitter tears,     Made Man another hell!     See pallid women girt in woe and weeds!     See little children gaunt for lack of food!     Behold the catalogue of War's black deeds             Where evil stands for good!     See slaughtered cattle, never more to roam,     Rot in the fields, while chimneys tall and bare     Tell in dumb pathos how some quiet home             Lit up the midnight air!     See that burnt crop, yon choked-up sylvan well,     This yeoman slain ye corven in the sun!     My GOD! shreds of a woman's dress to tell             Why murder there was done!     Such things as these gave edge to all the blows     Our fathers struck on this historic sod,     Feet, hands, and faces turned toward their foes -             Their valiant hearts to GOD.