| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 78. Men of the North |
| | | By John Neal |
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| MEN of the North, look up! | |
| There ’s a tumult in your sky; | |
| A troubled glory surging out, | |
| Great shadows hurrying by. | |
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| Your strength—where is it now? | 5 |
| Your quivers—are they spent? | |
| Your arrows in the rust of death, | |
| Your fathers’ bows unbent? | |
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| Men of the North, awake! | |
| Ye ’re called to from the deep; | 10 |
| Trumpets in every breeze— | |
| Yet there ye lie asleep. | |
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| A stir in every tree; | |
| A shout from every wave; | |
| A challenging on every side; | 15 |
| A moan from every grave: | |
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| A battle in the sky; | |
| Ships thundering through the air— | |
| Jehovah on the march— | |
| Men of the North, to prayer! | 20 |
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| Now, now—in all your strength; | |
| There ’s that before your way, | |
| Above, about you, and below, | |
| Like armies in array. | |
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| Lift up your eyes, and see | 25 |
| The changes overhead; | |
| Now hold your breath and hear | |
| The mustering of the dead. | |
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| See how the midnight air | |
| With bright commotion burns, | 30 |
| Thronging with giant shapes, | |
| Banner and spear by turns. | |
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| The sea-fog driving in, | |
| Solemnly and swift, | |
| The moon afraid—stars dropping out— | 35 |
| The very skies adrift; | |
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| The Everlasting God, | |
| Our Father—Lord of Love— | |
| With cherubim and seraphim | |
| All gathering above; | 40 |
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| Their stormy plumage lighted up | |
| As forth to war they go; | |
| The shadow of the Universe, | |
| Upon our haughty foe! | |
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