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212 Are ghosts!

Texas, bestir your sons!

Oregon, make haste!

Riders!

Our dead have arisen!

From graves have they sprung up!

From the hills,

From the shores,

They come, the valiant,

And knock at our doors!

Ghosts of our fathers!

Dismayed!

That we they died for

Should tremble, should bluster,

Should falter,

Be afraid!

What hoof-beats, Montana?

Illinois, what cries?

Up from your battle-graves,

Virginia, they rise!

What eyes light the darkness?

What voices command?

Mark them, Mississippi!

Be glad for them, Rio Grande!

Leap up from your beds

When they come, New England!

Hark! Down the misty valley—

Awake!

Nearer! Hoof-beats!