History & Politics
Song of the Red Republican
From The Poetical Works (1861)
Fling out the red Banner! its fiery front under,
Come, gather ye, gather ye, Champions of Right!
And roll round the world, with the voice of God's
thunder,
The Wrongs we've to reckon, oppressions to smite.
They deem that we strike no more like the old Hero-
band,
Victory's own battle-hearted and brave:
Blood of Christ! brothers mine, it were sweet but to
see ye stand,
Triumph or Tomb welcome, Glory or Grave!
Fling out the red Banner in mountain and valley!
Let Earth feel the tread of the free once again;
Now soldiers of Freedom, for love of God, rally,
Old Earth yearns to know that her children are
Men.
"We are nerved by a thousand wrongs, burning and
bleeding,
Bold Thoughts leap to birth, but the bold Deeds
must come;
And wherever Humanity's yearning and pleading,
One battle for Liberty strike we heart-home.
Fling out the red Banner! achievements immortal
Have yet to be won by the hands labour-brown;
And few, few may enter the proud promise-portal,
Yet wear it in thought like a glorious Crown!
O joy of the onset! sound trumpet, array us;
True hearts would leap up were all hell in our
path;
Up, up from the Slave-land; who stirreth to stay us,
Shall fall, as of old, in the Red Sea of wrath.
Fling out the red Banner, O Sons of the morning!
Young spirits abiding to burst into wings, —
We stand shadow-crown'd, but sublime is the warning,
All heaven's grimly husht, and the Bird of Storm
sings!
" All's well," saith the Sentry on Tyranny's tower,
While Hope by his watch-fire is grey and tear-
blind;
Ay all's well! Freedom's Altar burns, hour by hour,
Live brands for the fire-damp with which ye are
mined.
Fling out the red Banner! the patriots perish,
But where their bones whiten the seed striketh
root:
Their blood hath run red the great harvest to cherish:
Then gather ye, Reapers, and garner the fruit.
Victory! victory! Tyrants are quaking!
The Titan of Toil from the bloody thrall starts;
The slaves are awaking, the dawn-light is breaking,
The foot-fall of Freedom beats quick at our hearts!
Codex Note
From the section "Miscellaneous" of The Poetical Works (1861).
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Massey, Gerald. “Song of the Red Republican.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/massey/91/.
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