[1861]
lay down the axe, fling by the spade;
  Leave in its track the toiling plough;
The rifle and the bayonet-blade
  For arms like yours were fitter now;
And let the hands that ply the pen
  Quit the light task, and learn to wield
The horseman’s crookèd brand, and rein
  The charger on the battle-field.

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