NO MORE WORDS!
[Boston, April, 1861]
by Franklin Lushington

		No more words;
		Try it with your swords!
Try it with the arms of your bravest and your best!
You are proud of your manhood, now put it to the test;
		Not another word;
		Try it by the sword!
      
		No more notes;
		Try it by the throats
Of the cannon that will roar till the earth and air be shaken;
For they speak what they mean, and they cannot be mistaken;
		No more doubt;
		Come -- fight it out!
      
		No child's play!
		Waste not a day;      
Serve out the deadliest weapons that you know;
Let them pitilessly hail on the faces of the foe;
		No blind strife;
		Waste not one life.
      
      You that in the front
      Bear the battle's brunt --
When the sun gleams at dawn on the bayonets abreast, 
Remember 'tis for government and country you contest;
		For love of all you guard,
		Stand, and strike hard!
      
		You at home that stay
		From danger far away,
Leave not a jot to chance, while you rest in quiet ease;
Quick! forge the bolts of death; quick! ship them o'er the seas;
		If War's feet are lame,
		Yours will be the blame,
      
		You, my lads abroad,
		"Steady" be your word;
You at home, be the anchor of your soldiers young and brave;
Spare no cost, none is lost, that may strengthen or may save;
		Sloth were sin and shame;
		Now play out the game!

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