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Julia Ward Howe
Mine eyes have...
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are...
He hath loosed...
He hath loosed the fateful Iightning of his terrible swift sword.
His truth is marching...
Every life has...
Every life has its actual blanks, which the ideal must fill up, or which else remain bare and profitless...
The strokes of...
The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness.
Disarm, disarm. The...
Disarm, disarm. The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence...