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_Emerged, for the way was won; But the Pillar of Smoke that led Was brand like with ghosts that went up Ashy and red. EMERGED FOR THE WAY WAS ONE BUT THE PILLAR OF SMOKE THAT LED WAS BRAND LIKE WITH GHOSTS THAT WENT UP ASHY AND RED
 dead; They go where the shade is, perhaps into Hades, Where the brave of all times have led. _There’s a dust of hurrying feet, Bitten lips and bated breath, And drums that challenge to the grave, And faces fixed, forefeeling death._ What husky huzzahs in the hazy groves-- What flying encounters fell; Pursuer and pursued like ghosts disappear In gloomed shade--their end who shall tell? The crippled, a ragged-barked stick for a crutch, Limp to some elfin dell-- Hobble from the sight of dead faces--white As pebbles in a well. _Few burial rites shall be; No priest with book and band Shall come to the secret place Of the corpse in the foeman’s land._ Watch and fast, march and fight--clutch your gun? Day-fights and night-fights; sore is the strees; Look, through the pines what line comes on? Longstreet slants through the hauntedness? ’Tis charge for charge, and shout for yell: Such battles on battles oppress-- But Heaven lent strength, the Right strove well, And emerged from the Wilderness. NITIES NOW LET THEM DECK THE PALL OF THE DEAD THEY GO WHERE THE SHADE IS PERHAPS INTO HADES WHERE THE BRAVE OF ALL TIMES HAVE LED THERE'S A DUST OF HURRYING FEET BITTEN LIPS AND BATED BREATH AND DRUMS THAT CHALLENGE TO THE GRAVE AND FACES FIXED FOR FEELING DEATH WHAT HUSKY HUZZAARS IN THE HAZY GROVES WHAT FLYING ENCOUNTERS FELL PURSUER AND PURSUED LIKE GHOSTS DISAPPEAR IN GLOOMED SHADE THEIR END WHO SHALL TELL THE CRIPPLED A RAGGED BARKED STICK FOR A CRUTCH LIMP TO SOME ELFIN DELL HOBBLE FROM THE SIGHT OF DEAD FACES WHITE AS PEBBLES IN A WELL FEW BURIAL RITES SHALL BE NO PRIEST WITH BOOK AND BAND SHALL COME TO THE SECRET PLACE OF THE CORPSE IN THE FOEMAN'S LAND WATCH AND FAST MARCH AND FIGHT CLUTCH YOUR GUN DAY FIGHTS AND NIGHT FIGHTS SORE IS THE STRESS LOOK THROUGH THE PINES WHAT LINE COMES ON LONG STREET SLANTS THROUGH THE HAUNTEDNESS TIS CHARGE FOR CHARGE AND SHOUT FOR YELL SUCH BATTLES ON BATTLES OPPRESS BUT HEAVEN LENT STRENGTH THE RIGHT STROVE WELL AND EMERGED FROM THE WILDERNESS
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