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				Title:     War Music 
			    
Author: Henry Van Dyke [
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Break off! Dance no more!
 Danger is at the door.
 Music is in arms.
 To signal war's alarms,
Hark, a sudden trumpet calling
 Over the hill
Why are you calling, trumpet, calling?
 What is your will?
 Men, men, men!
Men who are ready to fight
For their country's life, and the right.
Of a liberty-loving land to be
 Free, free, free!
Free from a tyrant's chain,
Free from dishonor's stain,
Free to guard and maintain
All that her fathers fought for,
All that her sons have wrought for,
 Resolute, brave, and free!
 Call again, trumpet, call again,
 Call up the men!
 Do you hear the storm of cheers
 Mingled with the women's tears
And the tramp, tramp, tramp of marching feet?
 Do you hear the throbbing drum
 As the hosts of battle come
Keeping time, time, time to its beat?
 O Music give a song
 To make their spirit strong
For the fury of the tempest they must meet.
 The hoarse roar
 Of the monster guns;
 And the sharp bark
 Of the lesser guns;
 The whine of the shells,
 The rifles' clatter
 Where the bullets patter,
 The rattle, rattle, rattle
 Of the mitrailleuse in battle,
 And the yells
 Of the men who charge through hells
 Where the poison gas descends.
 And the bursting shrapnel rends
 Limb from limb
 In the dim
 Chaos and clamor of the strife
 Where no man thinks of his life
 But only of fighting through,
 Blindly fighting through, through!
 'Tis done
 At last!
 The victory won,
The dissonance of warfare past!
 O Music mourn the dead
 Whose loyal blood was shed,
And sound the taps for every hero slain;
 Then lend into the song
 That made their spirit strong,
And tell the world they did not die in vain.
Thank God we can see, in the glory of morn,
 The invincible flag that our fathers defended;
And our hearts can repeat what the heroes have sworn,
 That war shall not end till the war-lust is ended,
Then the bloodthirsty sword shall no longer be lord
 Of the nations oppressed by the conqueror's horde,
But the banners of freedom shall peacefully wave
 O'er the world of the free and the lands of the brave.
May, 1916
[The end]
Henry Van Dyke's poem: War Music
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