Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
II. FreedomWords for the Hallelujah Chorus
Henry Howard Brownell (18201872)J
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!
His soul is marching on.
He is sworn as a private in the ranks of the Lord,—
He shall stand at Armageddon with his brave old sword,
When Heaven is marching on.
He shall face to front when the squares of battle form—
Time with the column, and charge in the storm,
Where men are marching on.
Ah, black traitor! do ye know him as he comes,
In thunder of the cannon and roll of the drums,
As we go marching on?
Men may die, and arise again from dust,
Shoulder to shoulder, in the ranks of the Just,
When Heaven is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.