...ousand eyes now gaze on thee, That shall not see thee more; A thousand hearts beat proudly now, Whose race like thine is o'er. The 17th of September found our command in a line in the rear of Sharpsburg ; we are very tired with marching, exhausted with excitement, and savagely hungry. Had we been well fed, and with nothing to do, there were none who could not have lain at ease, and enjoyed the fine...