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FIFES AND DRUMS
If they murmur, adream, "Our peace, we beseech—
The peoples at war—they speak not our speech!"
Ye will say, "If ye sleep, then sleep—to your shame!
Freedom's no alien, but one and the same;
Wake ye, and arm ye, in her great name!"
Ride, Vigilantes, lifting your light,
Ride through the day, and ride through the night,
Searching out Men of Valor and Might!—
Ride!
Edith M. Thomas.
