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Vicksburg (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 136
Hurrah! by Alfred B. Street. Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! Treachery cowers, Hurrah! Down reels the rebel rag! Up shoots the starry flag! High, like a beaconed crag, Let its light flash around All through the Union's bound! Flash, till the welkin gleams! Flash, till the hills and streams, Cities and hamlets, throw Back a responsivhe great Union: shout All the broad Nation then! Let the joy ring about, So to be known of men Wherever men shall see Glory in Liberty. Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! Arch the green bowers, Hurrah! Arch o'er the hero, who Nearer and nearer drew, Letting wise patience sway, Till, from his brave delay, Swift ases, as high and bold, All round the shout is rolled! As on each roof and hold Banners from every fold Flash joy in sunny gold. As in tones uncontrolled, Still is the gladness told, Shouted o'er wood and wold, In the bell's music knolled, Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! The valley is ours, Hurrah! Grant, Banks, and Meade ours, Hurrah!
Mississippi (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 136
miting on, smiting on, Till the fierce field was won; And the foe, wild with fear, Plunged in his back career, Wild for the river near, Wild to hide there the drear Change from the onset, bright With his hope's fickle light; Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Victory ours, Hurrah! Proudly Meade towers, Hurrah! Banks, too, whose starry brain Shines over'war's domain Bright as in civic reign; Who, with unyielding strain, Rent the Port Hudson chain, Last of the bonds that vain Flung the mad foe across Mississippi's mighty path. Have ye seen torrents toss Off their ice-bands in wrath? So, when the moment came, Did the strong River claim All his grand liberty. Fools, did ye deem to see Fettered the Conqueror? He whose majestic sweep Holds the world's climates! Soar, Eagle, in rapture! leap Echoes, as high and bold, All round the shout is rolled! As on each roof and hold Banners from every fold Flash joy in sunny gold. As in tones uncontrolled, Still is the gladness told, Shouted o'er wood and wold
U. S. Grant (search for this): chapter 136
iver near, Wild to hide there the drear Change from the onset, bright With his hope's fickle light; Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Victory ours, Hurrah! Proudly Meade towers, Hurrah! Banks, too, whose starry brain Shines over'war's domain Bright as in civic reign; Who, with unyielding strain, Rent the Port Hudson chain, Last of the bonds that vain Flung the mad foe across Mississippi's mighty path. Have ye seen torrents toss Off their ice-bands in wrath? So, when the moment came, Did the strong River claim All his grand liberty. Fools, did ye deem to see Fettered the Conqueror? He whose majestic sweep Holds the world's climates! Soar, Eagle, in rapture! leap Echoes, as high and bold, All round the shout is rolled! As on each roof and hold Banners from every fold Flash joy in sunny gold. As in tones uncontrolled, Still is the gladness told, Shouted o'er wood and wold, In the bell's music knolled, Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! The valley is ours, Hurrah! Grant, Banks, and Meade ours, Hurrah!
Swift (search for this): chapter 136
ere his river flows, Out of its urn of snows To the perennial rose! Never to know again On its free wave a chain; But, while the waters wind, Know them a bond to bind Firm the great Union: shout All the broad Nation then! Let the joy ring about, So to be known of men Wherever men shall see Glory in Liberty. Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! Arch the green bowers, Hurrah! Arch o'er the hero, who Nearer and nearer drew, Letting wise patience sway, Till, from his brave delay, Swift as the lightning's ray, Bounded he to the fray Full on his fated prey; Thundering upon his path, Swerving not, pausing not, Darting steel, raining shot, In his fierce onset, hot With his red battle-wrath; Flashing on, thundering on; Pausing then once again, Curbing with mighty rein, All his great heart, as vain Writhed the fierce foe, the chain Tighter and tighter wound-Till the reward was found, Till the dread work was done, Till the grand wreath was won. Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Haughty Le
Alfred B. Street (search for this): chapter 136
Hurrah! by Alfred B. Street. Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! Treachery cowers, Hurrah! Down reels the rebel rag! Up shoots the starry flag! High, like a beaconed crag, Let its light flash around All through the Union's bound! Flash, till the welkin gleams! Flash, till the hills and streams, Cities and hamlets, throw Back a responsive glow! Let the red rocket soar! Let the deep cannon roar! Bonfires their torrents pour! Let the bells o'er and o'er Clang the joy, peal the glee, Waking one jubilee! While the heart sends the shout, Lengthening in thunder out, Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Yicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! Rain the wreathed flowers, Hurrah! Where the great river-band Links the bright States that stand Filling the valley grand, See now that mighty land, Stretching out either hand, From where his river flows, Out of its urn of snows To the perennial rose! Never to know again On its free wave a chain; But, while the waters wind, Know them a bond to bind Firm the great Union: shout All the
Meade (search for this): chapter 136
ierce field was won; And the foe, wild with fear, Plunged in his back career, Wild for the river near, Wild to hide there the drear Change from the onset, bright With his hope's fickle light; Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Victory ours, Hurrah! Proudly Meade towers, Hurrah! Banks, too, whose starry brain Shines over'war's domain Bright as in civic reign; Who, with unyielding strain, Rent the Port Hudson chain, Last of the bonds that vain Flung the mad foe across Mississippi's mighty path. Have ye seeclaim All his grand liberty. Fools, did ye deem to see Fettered the Conqueror? He whose majestic sweep Holds the world's climates! Soar, Eagle, in rapture! leap Echoes, as high and bold, All round the shout is rolled! As on each roof and hold Banners from every fold Flash joy in sunny gold. As in tones uncontrolled, Still is the gladness told, Shouted o'er wood and wold, In the bell's music knolled, Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! The valley is ours, Hurrah! Grant, Banks, and Meade ours, Hurrah!
Banks (search for this): chapter 136
nd the foe, wild with fear, Plunged in his back career, Wild for the river near, Wild to hide there the drear Change from the onset, bright With his hope's fickle light; Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Victory ours, Hurrah! Proudly Meade towers, Hurrah! Banks, too, whose starry brain Shines over'war's domain Bright as in civic reign; Who, with unyielding strain, Rent the Port Hudson chain, Last of the bonds that vain Flung the mad foe across Mississippi's mighty path. Have ye seen torrents toss Off thclaim All his grand liberty. Fools, did ye deem to see Fettered the Conqueror? He whose majestic sweep Holds the world's climates! Soar, Eagle, in rapture! leap Echoes, as high and bold, All round the shout is rolled! As on each roof and hold Banners from every fold Flash joy in sunny gold. As in tones uncontrolled, Still is the gladness told, Shouted o'er wood and wold, In the bell's music knolled, Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! The valley is ours, Hurrah! Grant, Banks, and Meade ours, Hurrah!
Fitz-Hugh Lee (search for this): chapter 136
once again, Curbing with mighty rein, All his great heart, as vain Writhed the fierce foe, the chain Tighter and tighter wound-Till the reward was found, Till the dread work was done, Till the grand wreath was won. Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Haughty Lee cowers, Hurrah! Doubt no more lowers, Hurrah! Swell the full pean shout Over the rebel rout! Over the traitor horde In our free valleys poured! Coming with sworded might All the wide North to smite; Coming with blazing torch All her green fields teing now, scathed and broke, At the red lightning-stroke Liberty wrathful woke; Reeling in dazzled flight At the grand sunburst light Liberty woke to sight. Bells ring out! banners fly! Festal flames seek the sky! Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Haughty Lee cowers, Hurrah! Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Arch too his sweeping way, He who in full array Sprang from bright Fortune's head Armed for the conflict dread, Armed in proud freedom's right, Hurling his martial might On the foe's serried files; Once, t