BATTLE SONG.

Have you counted up the cost?
What is gained and what is lost—
When the foe your lines have crossed?

Gained—the infamy of fame?
Gained—a dastard’s spotted name;
Gained—eternity of shame.

Lost—desert of manly Worth;
Lost—the right you had by birth;
Lost—lost! Freedom from the earth!

Freemen, up! the foe is nearing!
Haughty banners high uprearing—
Lo! their serried ranks appearing!

Freemen, on! the drums are beating!
Will you shrink from such a meeting?
Forward! give them hero greeting!

From your hearts, and homes, and altars,
Backward hurl your proud assaulters—
He is not a man that falters!