1. the Storming of Lookout mountain.
The angel of the dawn had put out the stars of night;
A sombre mantle wrapped about the beetling cliffs of Lookout,
Which frowned in threat'ning majesty from its heaven-soaring height.
Awakened a day of great portending — soldiers praying a victorious ending
Should show the world the prowess and the force in Federal might.
Many a suppliant, prayerful bending, to Him patriot hopes was sending,
That Lookout should be ours before the day sank into night.
Through the forest, bared and blackened, with steadiness ne'er slackened,
Wound like a lithesome river a column known as Geary's braves;
Marched they forth to take the mountain, though the soil should drain life's fountain--
Surged they onward 'gainst the giant rocks like the sea's tumultuous waves.
“Forward! Forward!” Geary shouted, as their dancing colors flouted
The chilly breeze that 'mong the mountain shadows played;
Borne upon the wings of glory, like gnomes of ghostly story,
They sped onward, and with wild charge the Miss'ippians dismayed.
Then came a scene of wildest battle — the dread musketry's rattle--
And the bayonet found its sheath in the carcass of the foe.
The “Rebs” retreated quite defeated — the remnant who Death cheated--
Our victors sent up loud cheers for Union, Geary, “Uncle Joe.”
Glorious paeans, cheers of conquest, among crags, above the contest,
Greeted Hooker, greeted Geary, with the first flush of the sun.
Then our bay'nets madly plying, the enemy ever flying each for bravest deeds vying,
On battlements; in deep ravines — our work in earnest had begun.
Behind works of art and strongest Nature — a wall of flame at each embrasure--
Under the weird finger of the mountain, which reached into the skies,
Where the grizzly warrior “graybacks” of the rebel Manny, who, like Ajax,
Defied a power above him, and to oppose it hard he tries.
Over works, upon their flanks, hand to hand amidst their ranks,
The pressing force of Geary forth the foemen drove;
Over bastions, breastworks, fled they — from the carnival of death sped they--
But deadly volleys and “White Stars” a cordon round them wove.
Deadly trial of the dastard's flight, with the sweeping whirlwind's might,
Toward the Star of Bethlehem, Geary turned the mountain curve;
O'er the crimson paths before them, on the vanquished host they bore them,
The daring Second and Third brigades, and the gallant First in reserve.
To the ambitious eagle's eyrie, were borne the strifetorn flags of Geary,
As like angry storm-spirits, his boys fought far above the clouds;
Their courage was their aegis as they carved for hist'ry brightest pages;
In their path of glory many “blue-coats,” more of “gray-coats” --martial shrouds.
Grenades, grape, and screaming shell, with noise like strife of fiends in hell,
Unheeded came from the Titan rocks into this Gheber's bloody glen;
“Sweep every rebel from it,” from base to Lookout summit,
Was the fiat of the bold Hooker, and the duty of his men.
In the “last ditch,” torn and shattered, massed the rebel hordes so scattered,