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But only tenderest memories

Of his own fair Arlington; With, perhaps, a grander vision Which, alas, was not to be, Of a new-born banner floating

O'er a land redeemed and free. While thus the chieftain slumbered. Forgetful of his care,

The hollow tramp of thousands

Came sounding through the air: With ringing spur and sabre

And trampling feet they come, Gay plume and rustling banner, And fife and trump and drum. But soon the foremost column

Sees where, beneath the shade. In slumber calm as childhood, Their wearied chief is laid; And down the line a murmur From lip to lip there ran,

Until the stilly whisper

Had spread to rear and van; And o'er the host a silence

As deep and sudden fell

As though some mighty wizard
Had hushed them with a spell;
And every sound was muffled,

And every soldier's tread

Fell lightly as a mother's

Round her baby's cradle-bed; And rank and file and column

So softly on they swept

He dashed down the line 'mid a storm of huzzas,

And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because
The sight of the master compelled it to pause.

With foam and with dust the black charger was gray;

By the flash of his eye and the red nostril's play
He seemed to the whole great army to say,
"I have brought you Sheridan, all the way
From Winchester, down to save the day!"

Hurrah, hurrah, for Sheridan!
Hurrah, hurrah, for horse and man!
And when their statues are placed on high,
Under the dome of the Union sky
(The American soldiers' Temple of Fame),
There with the glorious general's name,
Be it said, in letters both bold and bright,
"Here is the steed that saved the day

By carrying Sheridan into the fight,

From Winchester, twenty miles away!"

1865.

THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG

(BY WILL HENRY THOMPSON)

Reprinted from The Century Magazine, with the permission of the author
A cloud possessed the hollow field,

The gathering battle's smoky shield:
Athwart the gloom the lightning flashed,

And through the cloud some horsemen dashed,
And from the heights the thunder pealed.

Then at the brief command of Lee
Moved out that matchless infantry,
With Pickett leading grandly down,
To rush against the roaring crown
Of those dread heights of destiny.

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The brave went down; without disgrace
They leaped to Ruin's red embrace:
They only heard Fame's thunders wake,
And saw the dazzling sunburst break
In smiles on Glory's bloody face.

They fell who lifted up a hand

And bade the sun in heaven to stand:
They smote and fell who set the bars
Against the progress of the stars,
And stayed the march of Motherland.

They stood who saw the future come

On through the fight's delirium:

They smote and stood who held the hope

Of nations on that slippery slope

Amid the cheers of Christendom.

God lives: He forged the iron will

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That clutched and held that trembling hill.
God lives and reigns: He built and lent
The heights for Freedom's battlement
Where floats her flag in triumph still.

Fold up the banners! Smelt the guns!
Love rules; her gentler purpose runs.
A mighty mother turns in tears
The pages of her battle years,

Lamenting all her fallen sons.

EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN

HOW OLD BROWN TOOK HARPER'S FERRY John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, Brave and godly, with four sons, all stalwart men of might. There he spoke aloud for Freedom, and the Border-strife grew

warmer,

Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, in the night:
And Old Brown
Osawatomie Brown,

Came homeward in the morning-to find his house burned down.

Then he grasped his trusty rifle and boldly fought for Freedom,
Smote from border unto border the fierce, invading band;

And he and his brave boys vowed-so might Heaven help and speed
'em!-

They would save those grand old prairies from the curse that blights the land:

And Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,

Said, "Boys, the Lord will aid us!" and he shoved his ramrod down.

And the Lord did aid these men, and they labored day and even,
Saving Kansas from its peril; and their very lives seemed

charmed,

Till the Ruffians killed one son, in the blessed light of Heaven-
In cold blood the fellows slew him, as he journeyed all unarmed:
Then Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,

Shed not a tear, but shut his teeth and frowned a terrible frown!

Then they seized another brave boy-not amid the heat of battle, But in peace, behind his plow-share, and they loaded him with chains,

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Then Old Brown,

Osawatomie Brown,

Raised his right hand up to Heaven, calling Heaven's vengeance down.

And he swore a fearful oath, by the name of the Almighty,

He would hunt this ravening evil that had scathed and torn

him so;

He would seize it by the vitals; he would crush it day and night; he
Would so pursue its footsteps, so return it blow for blow,

That Old Brown,

Osawatomie Brown,

Should be a name to swear by, in backwoods or in town!

Then his beard became more grizzled, and his wild blue eye grew wilder, And more sharply curved his hawk's-nose, snuffing battle from afar; And he and the two boys left, though the Kansas strife waxed milder,

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