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From "The River-Fight" Would you hear of the River-Fight? It was two of a soft spring night;— God’s stars looked down on all, And all was clear and bright But the low fog’s chilling breath— Up the River of Death Sailed the Great Admiral. On our high poop-... Poet: Henry Howard Brownell	The Burial of the Dane Blue gulf all around us, Blue sky overhead— Muster all on the quarter, We must bury the dead! It is but a Danish sailor, Rugged of front and form; A common son of the forecastle, Grizzled with sun and storm. His name,... Poet: Henry Howard Brownell	The Sphinx They glare—those stony eyes! That in the fierce sun-rays Showered from these burning skies, Through untold centuries Have kept their sleepless and unwinking gaze. Since what unnumbered year Hast thou kept watch and ward, And o’er... Poet: Henry Howard Brownell	Words for the “Hallelujah Chorus” John Brown’s body lies a-moldering in the grave, John Brown’s body lies slumbering in his grave— But John Brown’s soul is marching with the brave, His soul is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!... Poet: Henry Howard Brownell
Coming [April, 1861] world, art thou ’ware of a storm? Hark to the ominous sound; How the far-off gales their battle form, And the great sea-swells feel ground! It comes, the Typhoon of Death— Nearer and nearer it comes! The horizon... Poet: Henry Howard Brownell	The Lawyer’s Invocation to Spring Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays Now divers birds are heard to sing, And sundry flowers their heads upraise, Hail to the coming on of spring! The songs of those said birds arouse The memory of our youthful hours, As green as those said... Poet: Henry Howard Brownell