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Foemen are flying1! aye, madly they 've fled, And Peace waves her snow-white wing-!
But we mourn the loss of our gallant dead, While the hills with victory ring!
One warrior wears his laurel crown,— One sleeps on his plumed crest!
While the palm tree waves by the river side,
There, soldiers, will we rest!
THE MAN OF THE TWELFTH OF MAY.* By Robert Falligant, Savannah, Ga.
When history tells her story,
Of the noble hero band, Who have made the green fields gory,
For the life of their native land, How grand will be the picture,
Of Georgia's proud array, As they drove the boasting foeman back,
On that glorious twelfth of May, boys, • That glorious twelfth of May.
CHORUS.—Then hurrah ! while we rally around The hero of that day! And a nation's grateful praises crown, The man of the twelfth of May, boys, The man of the twelfth of May.
*In commemoration of Gen. J. B. Gordon's charge against Hancock's corps at Spotsylvania Court House, May 12, 1864.