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Portrait of Florence Howe Hall Florence Howe Hall The Story of the Battle Hymn of the Republic (1916)

She had heard the soldiers singing:
John Brown’s body lies a-moldering in the grave,
His soul is marching on.”
Old John Brown who had
Died to make men free,
whose spirit the army knew to be with them!
[65] All this sank deeply into the heart of the poet. The soul of the Army took possession of her. The song which she wrote down in the gray twilight of that autumn morning voiced the highest aspirations of the soldiers, of the whole people. Hence, when the armies of freedom heard it, they at once hailed it as their own.
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Portrait of Florence Howe Hall Florence Howe Hall The Story of the Battle Hymn of the Republic (1916)

The peculiar institution which has so long been brooding over the country like an incubus has at length spread abroad its murky wings and has covered us with its benumbing shadow. It has silenced the pulpit, it has muffled the press; its influence is everywhere.... Court Street can find no way of escape for the poor slave. State Street, that drank the blood of the martyrs of liberty—State Street is deaf to the cry of the oppressed slave; the port of Boston that has been shut up by a tyrant king as the dangerous haunt of free-men—the port of Boston has been opened to the slave-trader
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Portrait of Florence Howe Hall Florence Howe Hall The Story of the Battle Hymn of the Republic (1916)

Although written in the midst of the greatest civil war that was ever fought and won, there is no word of North [97] or South, no appeal to local pride or patriotism, no word of sectional strife or bitterness. The God to whom appeal is made is the God of freedom. The enemy to be overcome, the serpent who is to be crushed beneath the heel of the hero, is slavery.
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