AND did you think the war was past
When the long cannonade was done,
And all we homebound soldiers cast
Hope’s glances on the blessing sun?
I tell you that the war shall last
Till every citadel be won.
And did you think was Lincoln dead
Because his mouldering length of clay
Lifts nevermore the brooding head
To eye the slowly brightening day?
I tell you that his blood was shed
That he might, living, lead the way.
And did you think he does not lead
Because the chains he broke of yore
Maddened scarce less than those that Need
Clanks terribly nigh Dives’ door?
I tell you Dives shall be freed
From dread when Lincoln leads no more.
And did you think that this is Peace,
When every rose in Pleasure’s hair
Shakes direful as some blood-red piece
Torn from the heart of hot despair?
I tell you Pleasure’s just release
Comes when her roses all shall share.
And did you think Columbians see
As nothing but a sounding phrase
The “All men were created free
And equal” of the Fathers’ days?
I tell you their sincerest glee
Laughs over all whom that dismays.
And did you think you could desist
From service in the changeful fight,
Or that your weapons need assist
Neither the arms of Wrong nor Right?
I tell you All must here enlist,
There is no neutral and no flight.
