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THE CALL TO BATTLE.
Ah! then and there was harrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated.
Byron.
The vesper-bell, from church and tower,
Had sent its dying sound;
And the household, in the hush of eve,
Were met, their porch around.
A voice rang through the olive-wood, with a sudden trumpet's power—
"We rise on all our hills! come forth! 'tis thy country's gathering hour—
