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And the clash of arms and crash of battle raged anew--
Assault upon assault was given, while the crags and heavens seemed riven,
Surged they forward — surged they backward, and recoiled that rebel crew.
The shades of night crept on apace, came erring shots through gloomy space,
As in the fogs of Erebus, died this most glorious day;
The myriad fires beaming, 'mid planet torches gleaming
With fitful glare, revealed the battle horrors in ghastly array.
From the blasted souls there moaning comes a wail and sufferers' groaning,
And Death in hideous forms dead hopes grim revealed.
'Twas a night of watch and waiting, with no vigilance abating,
While the chill wind sang hosannas and a requiem o'er the bloody field.
At early dawn the mount was ours, one of heaven's choicest dowers,
As the Stars and Stripes and “White Star” were planted on the crest.
Two thousand foes were taken from the ranks we had so shaken;
Seven colors, and their cannon, and many spoils given to our behest.
Lay the laurel on their cold brows, honored martyrs to their Union vows,
The brave soldiers whose lives on their country's shrine were given;
Bow the head and drop the tear, as you plant banners o'er the bier
Of the patriot whose spirit soars with angel wings to heaven.
With life-regardless decision — the old “White Star Division,”
Fresh and laurelled from the brave army of Potomac's shore,
Had shown their ability to fight, on this defiant mountain's height,
And with “Cumberland's” brave boys ask to finish up the war.
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