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Maine Lumberjacks 169 |
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13 And when upon the conquered height
Died out the battle's hum, Vainly 'mid living and dead
We sought our leader dumb. It seemed as if a spectre steed
To win that day had come.
14 And then the dusk and dew of night
Fell softly o'er the plain, As though o'er man's dread work of death
The angels wept again, And drew night's curtain gently round
A thousand beds of pain.
15 All night the surgeons' torches went
The ghastly rows between — All night with solemn step I paced
The torn and bloody green. But who that fought in the big war
Such dreacf sights have not seen?
16 At last the morning broke. The lark
Sang in the merry skies, As if to e'en the sleepers there
It bade, Wake, and arise! Though naught but that last trump of all
Could ope their heavy eyes.
17 And then once more, with banners gay,
Stretched out the long brigade; Trimly upon the furrowed field
The troops stood on parade, And bravely 'mid the ranks were closed
The gaps the fight had made. |
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