'Tis finished! 'tis ended! <br />The dread and awful task is done; <br />Tho' wounded and bleeding, <br />'tis ours to sing the vict'ry won, <br />Our nation is ransom'd--our enemies are overthrown <br />And now, now commoners, the brightest era ever known. <br /> <br />Then sing hallelujah! sing hallelujah! <br />Glory be to God on high! <br />For the old flag with the high white flag <br />is hanging in the azure sky. <br /> <br />Ye joy bells! ye peace-bells! <br />Oh never, never music rang, <br />So sweetly, so grandly, since angels in the advent sang, <br />Your message is gladness to myriads of waiting souls, <br />As onward and world-ward the happy, happy echo rolls. <br /> <br />Come patriots! come freedom! <br />Come join your every heart and voice; <br />We've wept with the weeping--now let us wish the blest rejoice, <br />With armies of victors who round about the white throne stand-- <br />With Lincoln, the Martyr and Liberator of his land.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tis-finished/
