The Ballot
A weapon that comes down as still
As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman’s will,
As lightning does the will of God.
More poems by John Pierpont
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Warren’s Address
STAND! 1 the ground ’s your own, my braves!
Will ye give it up to slaves?
Will ye look for greener graves? … -
Warren's Address to the American Soldiers
Stand! the ground’s your own, my braves!
Will ye give it up to slaves?
Will ye look for greener graves? … -
My Child
i cannot make him dead!
His fair sunshiny head
Is ever bounding round my study-chair; … -
Not on the Battle-Field
“To fall on the battle-field fighting for my dear country,—that would not be hard.”—The Neighbors.
O NO, no,—let me lie
Not on a field of battle when I die! …