O, fair-haired northern hero!
With thy guard of dusky hue,
Up from the field of battle
Rise, to the last review!
Sweep onward, welcoming Angels,
In legions dazzling bright,
Bear up their souls together
Before Christ's throne of Light.
The Master, who remembers
The thorns, the cross, the spear.
Smiles on these risen Freedmen,
As their ransomed souls appear.
And thou, young, generous spirit,
What shall thy greeting be?
"Thou hast aided the down-trodden—
Thou hast done it unto ME."