Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1896-05-13
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,HARGE, OF THE EIGHT HUNDRED,
Or
, 26th N. G. Reg't at Gettsburg, July 3r,
1868.
The following lines are dedicated
MI Lees gallant army, as a Who'll
Gettysburg, Pa, July 3rd, 1868.
d especially to the Goth Reg't of
Infantry-and to that Regiment
nous company "F,n which the wi
r had the honor to command al
ad on that fateful day.
Boom!! Boom!!
The knell of doom
To thousands North and South
Walls from the lannon's mouth,
Rocking the hills,
And every soul with tremor fills.
Crash!! Crash!!
With every flash
The shrieking splintered air
With notes Of wild despair
And rocks from their foundations fly.
Roll !! Rollll
The boOmS of dole
In thunder'S hOarSeSt voice,
And TOphet'S demon noise,
Deafen the ear
And brave men palSied are with fear.
thousand guns
A thousal tons
OF powder burn, and hurl
In many maddening whirl
With every breath
Ten thousand tons of nodded death.
The gun-crowned hills,
God-built bastiles,
Are wreathed in smoke and fire,
And quake in manner dire,
And IRON hail
Belch out on myriad legiOnS pale.
Echoes thunder!
Brave men wonder!
AS detonatiOns loud
On detOnatiOnS crowd,
And peal on peal
Unnerves the Sinews born Of steel.
Put deepest growls,
And widest howls,
And thunder'S roar and oceans
With din of earth's connections,
And you have made
That July morning. cannOnade.
But hours of roar
Drew little gore
From men in earthquake-thrOe,
From quailing friend and foe,
And neighing horse
And left few limp and bleeding corse.
Hush !! Hush!
You could thrush
Have heard upon the hill,
1t was so deathly STILL
The calm of storms
Before the awful clash of arms.
Now every band
From Dixie's land
In ringing marSeillaiSe
Electrifies the Grays,
And makes them rise
In martial feeling to the skies.
Charged! Charged!
From marge to marge
The order quickly flew,
And each his sabre drew,
And bayOnet,
And fint-like every face was set.
Rush ! Rush! !!
From wood and brush
The Serrie6 ranks of Lee,
True knights of chivalry.
With banners gay
Leap forth one solid line of gray.
stanch ! stanch
An ayalanch
From highest Apennfne
But not the battle-line
OF marshaled gray =
Upon this sunny summer day.
Proud 1! Proud!
With shoutings loud
They fly against the foe,
And deal him death and woe,
And hurl him back
Those triDlo lines of white and black
On!!! On!ll
The day is won!
On, on through Gettysburg!
On to the mountains verge
They press the foe,
As hounds that sight the stricken roe.
Victory! Victory!
Proudest in history!
"Old Glory" DER, 1.-THE Stars
Did grandly wave, land Bars"
In golden light,
Till Phoebus sunk, and it was night.
Eight hundred blent!!
One regiment
CT North Cardinals youth
Into Deaths molten mouth
Unheeding rush,
And lines of blue like egg shells crush.
Eight hundred ALL!
Six hundred fall!
Six hundred glory-crowned!
To be for aye renowned,
AS DER each grave
Loves banner will forever wave.
One ninety J! ay!
e One company!
And one and ninety-an
AS killed and wounded fall;
One thirty die,
And on their cOuntry's altar lie.
Back DER the field
With bloody shield
The living victOr'S StrOlled,
And wept DER comrades cold,
And stark in death
Upon the fOemen'S native heath,
Twas done! Twas done!
And years have run
Their destined cOurSe,-and oh!
Twas Destiny Said,-''NO!''
On other days
10 Lee and his immortal GrayS
Write it in gold
Let it be told
To children'S children DER
Till time shall be no more
This charge Of Lee
And his battaliOns to be free
In July eighteen SiXty-three.
Circo, Texas. R. M. TUTTL