Victory Poem by Alfred Gibbs Campbell

Though 'John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,'
His noble soul looks down on the land he died to save,
And he hears the tramp of armies and the battle's dreadful roar,
And he sees our heroes falling and our fields drenched with their gore:
But as each of Freedom's martyrs from the red field takes his flight
On spirit-wings to Heaven, to receive a crown of light,
He is welcomed on the threshold by that old heroic soul
Whose self-denying valor placed him first upon the roll:
And they know they are victorious, for they hear their Lord's decree,
'Not vainly are their lives poured out who die for Man and Me.'