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PUT IT THROUGH
by Hale, Edward Everett [1822-1909]

Come, Freemen of the land,
Come, meet the last demand,—
Here's a piece of work in hand;
Put it through!
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Here's a log across the way,
We have stumbled on all day;
Here's a ploughshare in the clay,—
Put it through!
Here's a country that's half free,
And it waits for you and me
To say what its fate shall be;
Put it through!
While one traitor thought remains,
While one spot its banner stains,
One link of all its chains,—
Put it through!
Hear our brothers in the field,
Steel your swords as theirs are steeled,
Learn to wield the arms they wield,—
Put it through!
Lock the shop and lock the store,
And chalk this upon the door,—
"We've enlisted for the war!"
Put it through!
For the birthrights yet unsold,
For the history yet untold,
For the future yet unrolled,
Put it through!
Lest our children point with shame
On the fathers' dastard fame,
Who gave up a nation's name,
Put it through!
Edward Everett Hale.

Source: Project Gutenberg

Source: Project Gutenberg