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. Julia Ward Howe More Quotes by Julia Ward Howe More Quotes From Julia Ward Howe I take refuge in my books. Julia Ward Howe books take refuge The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness. Julia Ward Howe sword pen need needs Disarm, disarm. The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession. Julia Ward Howe sword balance violence justice
