Julia Ward Howe
Julia Ward Howe
Julia Ward Howewas an American poet and author, best known for writing "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". She was also an advocate for abolitionism and was a social activist, particularly for women's suffrage...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth27 May 1819
CountryUnited States of America
men marching-on lilies
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free.
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In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
sacrifice men brutality
Any religion which sacrifices women to the brutality of men is no religion.
heart men feet
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat. Oh! be swift my soul to answer him, be jubilant my feet! Our God is marching on.
lying men soul
Every fallen woman represents a man as guilty as herself, who escapes human detection, but whose soul lies open before God.
balance blood indicate nor sword violence wipe
Disarm, disarm. The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
strokes writers-and-writing
The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness.
serenity mind morality
Politeness induces morality. Serenity of manners requires serenity of mind.
past remembrance feelings
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
divine-wisdom theology ingenuity
Theology in general seems to me a substitution of human ingenuity for divine wisdom.
light soul brain
When the unwelcome little unborn shall have seen the light my brain will be lightened, and I shall have a clearer mind. Thank God that even this weary nine months shall come to an end and leave me in possession of my own body and my own soul.
stars struggle fighting
The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed, Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed: 'T was red with the blood of freemen and white with the fear of the foe; And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know.
country son carnage
We, women of one country, Will be too tender of those of another country To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.
not-happy be-good
I never could be good when I was not happy.