The Day'S Sharp Strife Is Ended Now, Our Work Is Done, God Knoweth How! As On The Thronged, Unrestful Town The Patience Of The Moon Looks Down, I Wait To Hear, Beside The Wire, The Voices Of Its Tongues Of Fire. Slow, Doubtful, Faint,They Seem At First: Be Strong, My Heart, To Know The Worst! Hark! There The Alleghanies Spoke; That Sound From Lake And Prairie Broke, That Sunset-Gun Of Triumph Rent The Silence Of A Continent! That Signal From Nebraska Sprung, This, From Nevada'S Mountain Tongue! Is That Thy Answer, Strong And Free, O Loyal Heart Of Tennessee? What Strange, Glad Voice Is That Which Calls From Wagner'S Grave And Sumter'S Walls? From Mississippi'S Fountain-Head A Sound As Of The Hisoh'S Tread! There Rustled Freedom'S Charter Oak! In That Wild Burst The Ozarks Spoke! Cheer Answers Cheer From Rise To Set Of Sun. We Have A Country Yet! The Praise, O God, Be Thine Alone! Thou Givest Not For Bread A Stone; Thou Hast Not Led Us Through The Night To Blind Us With Returning Light; Not Through The Furnace Have We Passed, To Perish At Its Mouth At Last. O Night Of Peace, Thy Flight Restrain! November'S Moon, Be Slow To Wane! Shine On The Freedman'S Cabin Floor, On Brows Of Prayer A Blessing Pour; And Give, With Full Assurance Blest, The Weary Heart Of Freedom Rest