...attles through, And from the ramparts victory drew Where Vicksburgh cowers; And o'er the trenches, o'er the slain, Through iron hail and leaden rain, Still plunging onward, might and main, Made Vicksburgh ours. Wave, wave your banners in the sky, The glory give to God on high, In lofty praises far outvie All other powers, Who nerved the arms that struck the blow, Which, in defeat overwhelmed the...