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April, 1865 AD (search for this): chapter 11
Strong hands, brave hearts, high souls are ours— Proud consciousness of quenchless powers— A Past whose memory makes us thrill— Futures uncharactered, to fill With heroisms—if we will. Then courage, brothers!—Though each breast Feel oft the rankling thorn, despair, That failure plants so sharply there— No pain, no pang shall be confest: We'll work and watch the brightening west, And leave to God and Heaven the rest. Margaret Junkin Preston. Mourning women among the Richmond ruins—April, 1865 A somber picture that visualizes Margaret Preston's poem Acceptation. Our Eyes Welcome Through Tears the Sweet Release From War. A second review of the grand army I read last night of the Grand Review In Washington's chiefest avenue,— Two hundred thousand men in blue, I think they said was the number,— Till I seemed to hear their trampling feet, The bugle blast and the drum's quick beat, The clatter of hoofs in the stony street, The cheers of the people who came to gree
May, 1865 AD (search for this): chapter 11
in the distance a trumpet blare, And the wandering night-winds seemed to bear The sound of a far tattooing. Then I held my breath with fear and dread; For into the square, with a brazen tread, There rode a figure whose stately head O'erlooked the review that morning, That never bowed from its firm-set seat When the living column passed its feet, Yet now rode steadily up the street To the phantom bugle's warning: ‘Two hundred thousand men in blue’: marching up Pennsylvania Avenue, in May, 1865 Bret Harte's poem sounds the note of sorrow amid the national rejoicing at the splendor of the Grand Review. Those who never returned from the field of battle, or returned only to die of their wounds, formed a greater host than that which marched from the recently completed Capitol to the reviewing stand in front of the Executive Mansion. In the Federal army 110,070 were killed in battle or died of their wounds; 199,720 died of disease; 94,866 died in Confederate prisons; other causes
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