An hour ago, a Star was falling.A star? There's nothing strange in that.No, nothing; but above the thicket,Somehow it seemed to me that GodSomewhere had just relieved a picket.
Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands,And of armèd men the hum;Lo, a nation's hosts have gatheredRound the quick alarming drum—Saying, Come,Freemen, Come!Ere your heritage be wasted,Said the quick alarming drum.