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Henry Van Dyke - War-MusicHenry Van Dyke - War-Music
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Break off! Dance no more!          Danger is at the door.          Music is in arms. To signal war`s alarms. Hark, a sudden trumpet calling     Over the hill! Why are you calling, trumpet, calling?     What is your will?     Men, men, men ! Men who are ready to fight For their country`s life, and the right Of a liberty-loving land to be     Free, free, free! Free from a tyrant`s chain, Free from dishonor`s stain, Free to guard and maintain All that her fathers fought for, All that her sons have wrought for,     Resolute, brave, and free!     Call again, trumpet, call again,          Call up the men!          Do you hear the storm of cheers     Mingled with the women`s tears And the tramp, tramp, tramp of marching feet?     Do you hear the throbbing drum     As the hosts of battle come Keeping time, time, time to its beat?     O Music give a song     To make their spirit strong For the fury of the tempest they must meet.     The hoarse roar     Of the monster guns;     And the sharp bark     Of the lesser guns;     The whine of the shells,     The rifles` clatter     Where the bullets patter,     The rattle, rattle, rattle     Of the mitrailleuse in battle,     And the yells     Of the men who charge through hells     Where the poison gas descends,     And the bursting shrapnel rends     Limb from limb     In the dim     Chaos and clamor of the strife     Where no man thinks of his life     But only of fighting through,     Blindly fighting through, through!     `Tis done     At last!     The victory won, The dissonance of warfare past!     O Music mourn the dead     Whose loyal blood was shed, And sound the taps for every hero slain;     Then lead into the song     That made their spirit strong, And tell the world they did not die in vain. Thank God we can see, in the glory of morn,     The invincible flag that our fathers defended; And our hearts can repeat what the heroes have sworn,     That war shall not end till the war-lust is ended. Then the bloodthirsty sword shall no longer be lord Of the nations oppressed by the conqueror`s horde,     But the banners of freedom shall peacefully wave     O`er the world of the free and the lands of the brave.
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