An Appeal to the American People

When a dark and fearful strife
Raged around the nation’s life,
And the traitor plunged his steel
Where your quivering hearts could feel,
When your cause did need a friend,
We were faithful to the end.

When we stood with bated breath,
Facing fiery storms of death,
And the war-cloud, red with wrath,
Fiercely swept around our path,
Did our hearts with terror quail?
Or our courage ever fail?

When the captive, wanting bread,
Sought our poor and lowly shed,
And the bloodhounds missed his way,
Did we e’er his path betray?
Filled we not his heart with trust
As we shared with him our crust?

With your soldiers, side by side,
Helped we turn the battle’s tide,
Till o’er ocean, stream and shore,
Waved the rebel flag no more,
And above the rescued sod
Praises rose to freedom’s God.

But to-day the traitor stands
With the crimson on his hands,
Scowling ’neath his brow of hate,
On our weak and desolate,
With the blood-rust on the knife
Aimèd at the nation’s life.

Asking you to weakly yield
All we won upon the field,
To ignore, on land and flood,
All the offerings of our blood,
And to write above our slain
“They have fought and died in vain.”

To your manhood we appeal,
Lest the traitor’s iron heel
Grind and trample in the dust
All our new-born hope and trust,
And the name of freedom be
Linked with bitter mockery.