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Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city,

       How she led the rest to arms, how she gave the cue,

       How at once with lithe limbs unwaiting a moment she sprang,

       (O superb! O Manhattan, my own, my peerless.

       O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis! O truer than steel!)

       How you sprang—how you threw off the costumes of peace with indifferent hand,

       How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard in

       their stead,

       How you led to the war (that shall serve for our prelude, songs of

       soldiers),

       How Manhattan drum-taps led.

      Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading,

       Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady of this teeming and turbulent city,

       Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth,

       With her million children around her, suddenly,

       At dead of night, at news from the south,

       Incens'd struck with clinch'd hand the pavement.

      A shock electric, the night sustain'd it,

       Till with ominous hum our hive at daybreak pour'd out its myriads.

       From the houses then and the workshops, and through all the doorways,

       Leapt they tumultuous, and lo! Manhattan arming.

      To the drum-taps prompt,

       The young men falling in and arming,

       The mechanics arming (the trowel, the jack-plane, the blacksmith's hammer, tost aside with precipitation),

       The lawyer leaving his office and arming, the judge leaving the court,

       The driver deserting his wagon in the street, jumping down, throwing the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs,

       The salesman leaving the store, the boss, book-keeper, porter, all leaving;

       Squads gather everywhere by common consent and arm,

       The new recruits, even boys, the old men show them how to wear their accoutrements, they buckle the straps carefully,

       Outdoors arming, indoors arming, the flash of the musket-barrels,

       The white tents cluster in camps, the arm'd sentries around, the sunrise cannon and again at sunset,

       Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark from the wharves

       (How good they look as they tramp down to the river, sweaty, with their guns on their shoulders!

       How I love them! how I could hug them, with their brown faces and their clothes and knapsacks cover'd with dust!)

       The blood of the city up—arm'd! arm'd! the cry everywhere,

       The flags flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the public buildings and stores,

       The tearful parting, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother

       (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does she speak to detain him),

       The tumultuous escort, the ranks of policemen preceding, clearing the way,

       The unpent enthusiasm, the wild cheers of the crowd for their favourites,

       The artillery, the silent cannons bright as gold, drawn along, rumble lightly over the stones

       (Silent cannons, soon to cease your silence,

       Soon unlimber'd to begin the red business);

       All the mutter of preparation, all the determin'd arming,

       The hospital service, the lint, bandages, and medicines,

       The women volunteering for nurses, the work begun for in earnest, no mere parade now;

       War! an arm'd race is advancing, the welcome for battle, no turning away;

       War! be it weeks, months, or years, an arm'd race is advancing to welcome it.

      Mannahatta a-march—and it's O to sing it well!

       It's O for a manly life in the camp.

      And the sturdy artillery

       The guns bright as gold, the work for giants, to serve well the guns,

       Unlimber them! (No more as the past forty years for salutes for courtesies merely,

       Put in something now besides powder and wadding.)

      And you lady of ships, you Mannahatta,

       Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city,

       Often in peace and wealth you were pensive or covertly frown'd amid all your children,

       But now you smile with joy exulting old Mannahatta.

SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAYBREAK

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      Poet

      O a new song, a free song,

       Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,

       By the wind's voice and that of the drum,

       By the banner's voice and the child's voice and sea's voice and father's voice,

       Low on the ground and high in the air,

       On the ground where father and child stand,

       In the upward air where their eyes turn,

       Where the banner at daybreak is flapping.

      Words! book-words! what are you?

       Words no more, for hearken and see,

       My song is there in the open air, and I must sing,

       With the banner and pennant a-flapping.

      I'll weave the chord and twine in,

       Man's desire and babe's desire, I'll twine them in, I'll put in life,

       I'll put the bayonet's flashing point, I'll let bullets and slugs whizz

       (As one carrying a symbol and menace far into the future,

       Crying with trumpet voice, Arouse and beware! Beware and arouse!) I'll pour the verse with streams of blood, full of volition, full of joy, Then loosen, launch forth, to go and compete, With the banner and pennant a-flapping.

      Pennant

      Come up here, bard, bard,

       Come up here, soul, soul,

       Come up here, dear little child,

       To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play with the measureless light.

      Child

      Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?

       And what does it say to me all the while?

      Father

      Nothing my babe you see in the sky,

       And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe,

       Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you the money-shops opening,

       And see you the vehicles preparing to crawl along the streets with goods;

       These, ah these, how valued and toil'd for these!

       How envied by all the earth!

      Poet

      Fresh

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