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Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 141
The battle of Gettysburgh. The days of June were nearly done; The fields, with plenty overrun, Were ripening 'neath the harvest sun, In fruitful Pennsylvania! Sang birds and children--“All is well!” When, sudden, over hill and dell, The gloom of coming battle fell On peaceful Pennsylvania! Through Maryland's historic land, With boastful tongue and spoiling hand, They burst — a fierce and famished band-- Right into Pennsylvania! In Cumberland's romantic vale Was heard the plundered farmer's wail And every mother's cheek was pale, In blooming Pennsylvania! With taunt and jeer, and shout and song, Through rustic towns, they passed along-- A confident and braggart throng-- Through frightened Pennsylvania! The tidings startled hill and glen; Up sprang our hardy Northern men, And there was speedy travel then All into Pennsylvania! The foe laughed out in open scorn; For Union men were coward-born, And then — they wanted all the corn That grew in Pennsylvania! . . . . . . . It was th
Pennsylvania (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 141
ipening 'neath the harvest sun, In fruitful Pennsylvania! Sang birds and children--“All is well!” WhThe gloom of coming battle fell On peaceful Pennsylvania! Through Maryland's historic land, With boat — a fierce and famished band-- Right into Pennsylvania! In Cumberland's romantic vale Was heard thhen — they wanted all the corn That grew in Pennsylvania! . . . . . . . It was the languid hour of night the stoutest soldier quail, In echoing Pennsylvania! Then, like a sudden, summer rain, Storm-dr And we were masters of the soil, In bloody Pennsylvania! To westward fell the beaten foe-- The growWas heard anon, but dying slow, In ransomed Pennsylvania! Sou‘ westward, with the sinking sun, The cashed into fire — and all was won In joyful Pennsylvania! But ah the heaps of loyal slain! The bloodthose who shall not stand again In pleasant Pennsylvania! Back through the verdant valley lands, Easoe, in frightened bands; With broken swords and empty hands, Out of Pennsylvania! Howard Glyndon. [6 m
Cumberland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 141
The battle of Gettysburgh. The days of June were nearly done; The fields, with plenty overrun, Were ripening 'neath the harvest sun, In fruitful Pennsylvania! Sang birds and children--“All is well!” When, sudden, over hill and dell, The gloom of coming battle fell On peaceful Pennsylvania! Through Maryland's historic land, With boastful tongue and spoiling hand, They burst — a fierce and famished band-- Right into Pennsylvania! In Cumberland's romantic vale Was heard the plundered farmer's wail And every mother's cheek was pale, In blooming Pennsylvania! With taunt and jeer, and shout and song, Through rustic towns, they passed along-- A confident and braggart throng-- Through frightened Pennsylvania! The tidings startled hill and glen; Up sprang our hardy Northern men, And there was speedy travel then All into Pennsylvania! The foe laughed out in open scorn; For Union men were coward-born, And then — they wanted all the corn That grew in Pennsylvania! . . . . . . . It was th
Howard Glyndon (search for this): chapter 141
toutest soldier quail, In echoing Pennsylvania! Then, like a sudden, summer rain, Storm-driven o'er the darkened plain, They burst upon our ranks and main, In startled Pennsylvanial We felt the old, ancestral thrill, From sire to son, transmitted still; And fought for Freedom with a will, In pleasant Pennsylvania! The breathless shock — the maddened toil-- The sudden clinch — the sharp recoil-- And we were masters of the soil, In bloody Pennsylvania! To westward fell the beaten foe-- The growl of battle hoarse and low Was heard anon, but dying slow, In ransomed Pennsylvania! Sou‘ westward, with the sinking sun, The cloud of battle, dense and dun, Flashed into fire — and all was won In joyful Pennsylvania! But ah the heaps of loyal slain! The bloody toil! the bitter pain! For those who shall not stand again In pleasant Pennsylvania! Back through the verdant valley lands, East fled the foe, in frightened bands; With broken swords and empty hands, Out of Pennsylvania! Howard Glyndon
The battle of Gettysburgh. The days of June were nearly done; The fields, with plenty overrun, Were ripening 'neath the harvest sun, In fruitful Pennsylvania! Sang birds and children--“All is well!” When, sudden, over hill and dell, The gloom of coming battle fell On peaceful Pennsylvania! Through Maryland's historic land, With boastful tongue and spoiling hand, They burst — a fierce and famished band-- Right into Pennsylvania! In Cumberland's romantic vale Was heard the plundered farmer's wail And every mother's cheek was pale, In blooming Pennsylvania! With taunt and jeer, and shout and song, Through rustic towns, they passed along-- A confident and braggart throng-- Through frightened Pennsylvania! The tidings startled hill and glen; Up sprang our hardy Northern men, And there was speedy travel then All into Pennsylvania! The foe laughed out in open scorn; For Union men were coward-born, And then — they wanted all the corn That grew in Pennsylvania! . . . . . . . It was th