Chapter 47 No.47

The cry sprang upward and sped on:

"To arms! for freedom and the flag!"

And swift, from Maine to Oregon,

O'er glebe and lake and mountain-crag,

Hurtled the fierce Euroclydon,

Men dropped their mallets on the bench,

Forsook their ploughs on hill and plain,

And tore themselves, with piteous wrench

Of heart and hope, from love