A Song, Inscribed To The Fremont Clubs





Written after the election in 1586, which showed the immense gains of

the Free Soil party, and insured its success in 1860.



BENEATH thy skies, November!

Thy skies of cloud and rain,

Around our blazing camp-fires

We close our ranks again.

Then sound again the bugles,

Call the muster-roll anew;

If months have well-nigh won the field,

What may not four years do?



For God be praised! New England

Takes once more her ancient place;

Again the Pilgrim's banner

Leads the vanguard of the race.

Then sound again the bugles, etc.



Along the lordly Hudson,

A shout of triumph breaks;

The Empire State is speaking,

From the ocean to the lakes.

Then sound again the bugles, etc.



The Northern hills are blazing,

The Northern skies are bright;

And the fair young West is turning

Her forehead to the light!

Then sound again the bugles, etc.



Push every outpost nearer,

Press hard the hostile towers!

Another Balaklava,

And the Malakoff is ours!

Then sound again the bugles,

Call the muster-roll anew;

If months have well-nigh won the field,

What may not four years do?





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