The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-05-30
LINCOLN AT GETTYSBURG.

not conSecrate, We cannot hallow this
ground. The brave men, living and dead,
who struggled here, have consecrated it far
above our power to add or detract. The
world will little note. nor long remember.
what we say here. 1t is rather for us,
the living, to be dedicated here to the I'M
finished work which they who fought here
have thus far so nobly advanced. 1t is
rather for us here to be dedicated to the
great task remaining before us. that from
these honored lead we take renewed
devotion to that cause for which they gave
the last full measure of DEVOTION; that
we here highly resolve that these dead
shall not have died in vain; that this Ma
ton, under God, shall have a new birth
of freedom. and that government of
the people. by the people. and for the peo-
pie. shall not perish from the earth"
The Battle of Chattanooga.
(Chant Royal-)
The mountain bristled and the river
splashed.
With cleaning banners and with bayonets
bright
Anon with blood and exultation FLASHED
The troops of Thomas, frantic for the
fight,
Swept skirmishers from half-contested
ground
Heaped up with many a rebel picket mound.
Climbed Orchard Knob and seized it's bar
ricade
Amid the thunders of a cannonade
That shook the hilltops and the Tennessee,
And warned the Southrons of the bolts
arrayed
Against the slave-cursed foemen of the
free.
The mountain yelled its traitorous brow,
abashed;
And Hooker's brave divisions. lost from
sight,,
In spite of shells that burst and balls that
clashed
Along the furrowed, mist-enfolded height,
Across precipitous tangles wheeling round
Where musket ranks. and crags, and siege
guns frowned
Beyond wild cliffs with hurting missiles
fiayed,
Hurled back the rebels from the patsade
And captured Lookout's cloud-wrapped bat
tle-key,
AS if with lifted vengeance heaven in
weighed
Against the slave-cursed foemen of the free.
From captive hills where Sherman's camp
lIeS lidSneu,
From Lookout's lofty battlements of light,
From Hardee's heights with streams Of
moonlight sashed,
November's clouds rolled upward through
the night.
nowned,
All day swept back and f~orth-arose and
swayed
And rose and swayed-by rebel valor
stayed
Athwart the tunnel and the South's esprit,
Where Patriotism swung her cleaning
blade
But one by one six cannon signals crashed.
Then Baird's and Johnson's heroes. left
and right,
And Woods and Sheridan's dauntless le-
gions dashed
From fearless trenches, terrible in their
might,
Reached rifle pits as at a single bound.
There, swept of death and stunned with
many a wound,
One instant stood, then grandly disobeyed,
And climbing sleeps with fallen timber
frayed.
And scaling jagged cliffs in awful gle,,
Surged up the ridge of carnage, canister
sprayed,
Against the slave-cursed foemen of the free.
Then crimson Wars fierce tushes grimly
CRASHED,
And precious lives of thousands were the
plight
OF liberty, till chieftains va:nly dashed
Affrighted hordeS, to stay the rebel flight
With stern commands in dreadful thunders
drowned;
And when the sun went down the crest was
crowned
With many a proud, victorious Grant bri-
gade.
Where flames of glory that shall never
fade
Flashed heaven high, at History's decree,
Far sung in unison with prayers that
prayed
Against the slave-cursed foemen of the free.
L'ENvOI.
So when the futures bugle notes resound
With calls that for humanity rebound,
And sound the charge on heights whose
plans are laid
In gilded halls that glisten to degrade.
Up through the crashing battle storms to be,
With sword of character, strive undis-
mayed
Against the slave-cursed foemen of the free.
Tucker w. Taylor.
COmrade Joe.
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