"Voice of the Northern Women" (1861?)

BY PHŒBE CARY

ROUSE, freemen, the foe has arisen, His hosts are abroad on the plain; And, under the stars of your banner, Swear never to strike it again!

O, fathers, who sit with your children, Would you leave them a land that is free? Turn now from their tender caresses, And put them away from your knee.

O, brothers, we played with in childhood, On hills where the clover bloomed sweet; See to it, that never a traitor Shall trample them under his feet.

O, lovers, awake to your duty From visions that fancy has nursed; Look not in the eyes that would keep you; Our country has need of you first.

And we, whom your lives have made blessed, Will pray for your souls in the fight; That you may be strong to do battle For Freedom, for God, and the Right.

We are daughters of men who were heroes; We can smile as we bid you depart; But never a coward or traitor Shall have room for a place in our heart.

Then quit you like men in the conflict, Who fight for their home and their land; Smite deep, in the name of Jehovah, And conquer, or die where you stand.

(edited by Frank Moore, New York, 1864), 325–326.