BEAT! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;Into the school where the scholar is studying;Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride;Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his grain;So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.
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Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets:Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? No sleepers must sleep in those beds;No bargainers' bargains by day—no brokers or specu- lators—Would they continue?Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case be- fore the judge?Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.12
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Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!Make no parley—stop for no expostulation;Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer;Mind not the old man beseeching the young man;Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's en- treaties;Make even the trestles to shake the dead, where they lie awaiting the hearses,So strong you thump, O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.