朱莉婭’’’’豪
(JULIA WARD HOWE)

’’國戰’
Battle Hymn of the Republic

朱莉婭’’’’豪(1819’1910)’1861’11月18日淩晨’’’’’國戰’’’’’’’著’’’奴論’’詩’’婦’參’’’’’’’’’’’那天’’’’’’夫’著’’麻塞諸塞改革’塞謝爾’’裏’’’豪博’’華盛’’區’問’而’’’天’豪夫婦’’’托馬’’’面’隊’調遣’’’’’們’’唱’’’’曲’’翰’布’’遺體’’’個’友’議’爲’支’’’’’’詞’據’’’說’’’黎’’’’’找’筆’’’’’’’’’’國戰’’’而’’’’幼’’’’還’’邊睡著’1862’2月’’支’’’(’有’’’’)’’’’’月’’’’贏’像’爾夫’’爾’’’’生’’’’’’’布賴’’’’’’華’’’’’’羅’樣傑’文學’’高’’揚’’’重’’’’’邦’立’把它’爲’’’’’’’’’唯’’’首最終’’’’方偏見而成爲’正’國’’曲’內戰’曲’’’’’戰’’第’次’第’次’’’戰期間’’’都’唱’支’’它’爲’國’’曲’’’’不僅’由’它有’潑高’’曲調’而’’由’它’’詞’備’國’’教’’’’由’’’’

我’眼睛’’’’降’’’’’
’正’踏平’有憤’葡萄’’方’
’’’’快’’’’’’’’’’
’’’’’’’’

我’’’百個環’’營’篝’裏’見’’
’’著’間’’’爲’’’’’’壇’
我’憑’’’曳’’’讀’’公正’’’’
’’勝’’’’’

我’’’排排’’’’’裏讀’’’’熱’福音’’
“’爲’’對’輕’我’’’’’我’爲’’福’
讓’間’’雄用’’’跟踩’’’’
’爲’’’’’’”

’’’’那’不’喚’’’號角’
’把’心’’’’’’面’’’’
’’我’’魂快’’應’’號’’
我’’’’快’’’
我們’’’’’’’

基督生’’’’’’’’百’’中’
’’裏’’’’’我成爲’’’
正’’爲’’類’’而’’讓我們爲’’類’由而’身’
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:

                       His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;

They have builded Him altar in the evening dews and damps;

1. can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:

                       His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:

"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;

Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,

                     Since God is marching on."

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:

Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilent, my feet!

                       Our God is marching on

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born  across the sea.

With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me:

As he died to men holy, let us die to make men free

                       While God is marching on

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