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     In shrouds of moss, in cypress swamps,
We saw your dead uncoffined lie.

We heard the starving prisoner's sighs,
     And saw, from line and trench, your sons
Follow our flight with home-sick eyes
     Beyond the battery's smoking guns. “

“And heard and saw ye only wrong
     And pain,” I cried, ‘O wing-worn flocks? ’
‘We heard,’ they sang, “the freedman's song,
     The crash of Slavery's broken locks!

We saw from new, uprising States
     The treason-nursing mischief spurned,
As, crowding Freedom's ample gates,
     The long-estranged and lost returned.

O'er dusky faces, seamed and old,
     And hands horn-hard with unpaid toil,
With hope in every rustling fold,
     We saw your star-dropt flag uncoil.

And struggling up through sounds accursed,
     A grateful murmur clomb the air;
A whisper scarcely heard at first,
     It filled the listening heavens with prayer.

And sweet and far, as from a star,
     Replied a voice which shall not cease,
Till, drowning all the noise of war,
     It sings the blessed song of peace! “

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