Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword; He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger’s wealth is stored; He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored; His lust is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the Eastern dews and damps; I have read his doomful mission by the dim and flaring lamps— His night is marching on. I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: “As ye deal with my … Continue reading Mark Twain’s ‘Battle Humn of the Republic’ (1901)