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[43] Up through the smoke and the driving shot,
     And the strife,
Ring the bugle-notes sounding a charge;
     And the spurs strike deep,
And away we plunge,
     With a deaf'ning shout,
And our swords are out,
     For the ghastly lunge
At the foeman's life.

Still are the guns, for a space, as though
     Without breath;
And our men go gallantly down,
     With unbroken ranks,
And a shout for the “Stars.”
     There's a swift, bright flash
From the guns, and a crash,
     And the red earth jars
'Neath the thunder of death.

And many a brave boy fell when that fire
     Burst out.
Yet we hurled the foe heavily back,
     In the fierce, wild fight,
And the victory was won;
     But the dead lay white,
In the ghastly light,
     As the sinking sun
Looked in on the rout.

This one came from the fight with a ball
     In his side;
And he sleeps so peacefully now
     That we'll leave him to rest,
By our camp on the hill.
     Yet never will come,
To the loved ones at home,
     Who watch for him still,
The Soldier who died.

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