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Mustered out.

by Rev. William E. Miller.
Let me lie down,
Just there in the shade of this cannon-torn tree,
Here, low on the trampled grass, where I may see
The surge of the combat; and where I may hear
The glad cry of victory, cheer upon cheer!
Let me lie down!

Oh! it was grand!
Like the tempest we charged the triumph to share:
The tempest — its fury and thunder was there;
On, on, o'er intrenchments, o'er living and dead,
With the foe under foot and our flag overhead;
Oh! it was grand!

Weary and faint,
Prone on the soldiers' couch, ah! how can I rest
With this shot-shattered head and sabre-pierced breast?
Comrades, at roll-call, when I shall be sought,
Say I fought till I fell, and fell where I fought,
Wounded and faint.

Oh! that last charge!
Right through the dread host tore shrapnel and shell,
Through without falt'ring — clear through with a yell,
Right in their midst, in the turmoil and gloom,
Like heroes we dashed, at the mandate of doom
Oh! that last charge!

It was duty!
Some things are worthless; some others so good,
That nations who buy them pay only in blood;
For Freedom and Union each man owes his part,
And here I pay my share all warm from my heart;
It is duty!

Dying at last!
My mother, dear mother, with meek, tearful eye,
Farewell! and God bless you, for ever and aye!
Oh! that I now lay on your pillowing breast,
To breathe my last sigh on the bosom first prest;
Dying at last!

I am no saint!
But, boys, say a prayer. There's one that begins:
“Our Father,” and then says: “Forgive us our sins :”
Don't forget that part; say that strongly, and then
I'll try to repeat it, and you'll all say, “Amen!”
Ah! I'm no saint!

Hark! there's a shout!
Raise me up, comrades! We have conquered, I know!
Up, up on my feet, with my face to the foe!
Ah! there flies the Flag, its Star-spangles bright,
The promise of glory, the symbol of right!
Well may they shout!

I'm mustered out!
O God of our fathers! our freedom prolong,
And tread down rebellion, oppression, and wrong!
O land of earth's hope! on thy blood-reddened sod
I die for the Nation, the Union, and God!
I'm mustered out!

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