Christopher Pearce Cranch, "The Martyr":

No, not in vain he died, not aall in vain,--
Our good, great President. This people’s hands
Are linked together in one might chain,
Knit tighter now in triple woven bands,
To crush the fiends in human mask, whose might
We suffer, oh, too long! The devils we must fight
With fire. God wills it in this deed. This use
We draw from the most impious murder done
Since Calvary. Rise, then, O countrymen!
Scatter the marsh-light hopes of Union won
Through pardoning clemency. Strike, strike again!
Draw closer round the foe a girdling flame!
We are stabbed whene’er we spare. Strike, in God’s name!