Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1872-05-13


Men who have driven so oft the foe, SO eft have
strven in vain.
Yet in the perilous hour have crossed ms pain
At lastwe have our hearts desire, from them we
A victory that round the world shall long be told
1t was the memory of the past that bore us through
That gave the grand old army strength to conquer
on this day
onoy forget how dark and red virsiniAs rivers
The Rappahannock's tangled wilds, the glory and
The feve,.hung encampments. where our dying
How sweet the north wind to the cheek it soon
shall cool no more;
The fields we fought, and gained, aad lost ,-the
lowland sun and rain
That wasted us, that bleached the bones of our un
buried slain
There was lack of foes to meet of deaths to die
And ali the hawks of heaven learned to follow on
But henceforth, lowering southwark, their Hight
shall mark afar
The paths Of yon retreating hosts that shun the
northern star.
At night, before the closing fray when all the front
was still,
We lay in bivouac aeng the cannon-crested hill.
Ours was the dauntless Second corps; and many a
soldier knew
How sped the fight, and stearnly thought of what
was yet to do.
bated breath
OF Butord's stand beyond the town, of gallant Rey
nold's death,
OF cruel retreats through pent-up streets by muir
dcrous volleys swept
How well the Stone the iron, brigades their bloody
outposts kept;
Twas for the Union, for the nag, they persisted,
heroes all,
And we swore to conquer in the end, even like
them to fall.
And passed from mouth to mouth the tale of that
done.
The fight by Round Tops craggy spur-of all, the
deadliest one;
1t saved the left; but on the right they pressed us
And like n field in spring the ground was plowed
with shot and she'll
There was the ancient graveyard, its hummocks
crushed and red,
And there, between them, side by side, the wound
The mangled corpses fallen above,-the peaceful
dead below,
Laid In their graves, TO sumber here, a score of
1t seemed their waking, wondering shades were
What brought such hideous tumult now, where
they SO still had lain
Bright rose the sun of Gettysburg that morrow
morning tide,
And can q trump and roll of drum from hight to
Hark' from the east already goes up the rafting
din;
The Twelfth corps, winning back their ground,
right well the day begin!
They whirl fierce Ewell from their front! Now we
of the Second pray,
As right and left the brunt have borne the center
might to-day.
But all still from hill to hill for many breath.
While for the coming battle-shock Lee gathered in
his power;
And back and forth our leaders rode, who knew
And along the lines, where'er they came, went up
the ringing cheer.
Twas past the hour Of incoming; the summer skies
were blue;
Behind the covering timber the foe was hid from
So fair and sweet with waving wheat the pleasant
1t brought to mind our northern homes and mead.
ows far away;
And the whole western ridge at once was frnged
with fire and smoke;
Against lines from seven.s score guns the dread
full tempest broke;
Then loud our batteries answer, and far along the
And and fro the roaring bolts are driven east and
west;
Heavy and dark around lis glooms the sitting sui
And the cries of manged men and horse go up be.
meath its shroud.
The guns are still: the end is nigh; we grasp our
arms anew;
o now let every heart be staunch and every aim be
truei
For look from yonder wood that skirts the valleys
The flower of ali the southern host move to the
final charge.
BY Heaven 1t is fearful sight to their double
rank
Come with hundred battle fags-a mile from
Tramping the grain to earth they come, ten thousand
men abreast;
Their standards wave-their hearts are brave
they hasten not, nor rest
But close the gaps our cannon make, and onward
press, and higher
hrei
wrath has vent
They die, they wither; through and through their
wayering lines rent
But these are gallant, desperate men, of our own
race and land,
Who charge anew. and welcome death, and fight
Vain, vain give way, as well ye may-the crimson
Their bravest leaders bite the dust, their strength
They yield, they turn. they fly the field; we smite
them az they rum
Their arms, their colors our spoil; the furious
fight is done
Cheerl cheer the grand old army at last has won
Hurrah the day has won the causel No grayclad
Shall come with fire and sword to tread the high.
ways Of the North
Twas such flood as when We see, along the At.
The great sprng.tde roll grandly in with swelling
surge and roar
1t seems no wall can stay its leap or balk its wild
Beyond the bound that Heaven hath fixed to higher
mount, ana hlghef,-
But now when whites lifts its crest, most loud its
pillows call,
Touched by the power that led them on, they fall,
and fall and fall
Even thus, unstayed upon his course to Gettysburg
the foe
His legions led and fought, and fed and might no
further go.
Full many dark eyed southern girl shall weep
her lover dead
But with price the fight was ours,-we too have
tears to shed
The bells that peal our triumph forth, anon shall
toll the brave,
Above whose heads the cross must stand-the hill
side grasses wavei
Alas alas the trampled grass shall thrive another
year,
The blossoms on the apple.boughs with each new
spring appear,
But when our patriot, soldiers fall Earth gives them
up to God
Though their souls rise in clearer skies their forms
~ are as the sod;
only their names and deeds are ours but tor q
$3.50 century yet,
Inc dead who fell at Gettysburg the land shall not
'oa send us peacei and where for aye the loved |
and lost recline,
Let fall, o South your leaves of nalm n North
your sprigs Of pine
nu' "he ro WIN every ripened year, we keep the