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The morning's battle ground is seen In lifted glades, like meadows rare; The blood drops on the snow crust there Like clover in the white week show   Flushed fields of death, that call again   Call to our men, and not in vain, For that way must the stormers go. THE MORNING'S BATTLE GROUND IS SEEN IN LIFTED GLADES LIKE MEADOWS RARE THE BLOOD DROPS ON THE SNOW CRUST THERE LIKE CLOVER IN THE WHITE WEAK SHOW FLUSH FIELDS OF DEATH THAT CALL AGAIN CALL TO OUR MEN AND NOT IN VAIN FOR THAT WAY MUST THE STORMERS GO
ion can be had. Under a sunless sky of lead Our grim-faced boys in blacked plight Gaze toward the ground they held before, And then on Grant. He marks their mood, And hails it, and will turn the same to good. Spite all that they have undergone, Their desperate hearts are set upon This winter fort, this stubborn fort, This castle of the last resort, This Donelson. 1 P.M. An order given Requires withdrawal from the front Of regiments that bore the brunt Of morning’s fray. Their ranks all riven Are being replaced by fresh, strong men. Great vigilance in the foeman’s Den; He snuffs the stormers. Need it is That for that fell assault of his, That rout inflicted, and self-scorn-- Immoderate in noble natures, torn By sense of being through slackness overborne-- The rebel be given a quick return: The kindest face looks now half stern. Balked of their prey in airs that freeze, Some fierce ones glare like savages. And yet, and yet, strange moments are-- Well--blood, and tears, and anguished War!  SO SAYS THE COMMODORE THUS NO DIVERSION CAN BE HAD UNDER A SUNLESS SKY OF LEAD OUR GRIM FACED BOYS IN BLACKEN'D PLIGHT GAZE TOW'RDS THE GROUND THEY HELD BEFORE AND THEN ON GRANT HE MARKS THEIR MOOD INHALES IT AND WILL TURN THE SAME TO GOOD SPITE ALL THAT THEY HAVE UNDERGONE THEIR DESPERATE HEARTS ARE SET THIS WINTER FORT THIS STUBBORN FORT THIS CASTLE OF THE LAST RESORT THIS DONAL SON ONE P M AN ORDER GIVEN REQUIRES WITHDRAWAL FROM THE FORT OF REGIMENTS THAT BORE THE BRUNT OF MORNING SPRAY THEIR RANKS ALL RIVEN ARE BEING REPLACED BY FRESH STRONG MEN GREAT VIGILANCE IN THE FOEMAN'S DEN HE SNUFFS THE STORMERS NEED IT IS THAT FOR THE FELL ASSAULT OF HIS THAT ROUT INFLICTED AND SELF SCORN IMMODERATE IN NOBLE NATURES TORN BY SENSE OF BEING THROUGH SLACKNESS OVERBORNE THE REBEL BEAK GIVEN A QUICK RETURN THE KINDEST FACE LOOKS NOW HALF STERN BALKED OF THEIR PREY IN ERRORS THAT FREEZE SOME FIERCE ONES GLARE LIKE SAVAGES AND YET AND YET STRANGE MOMENTS ARE WELL BLOOD IN TEARS AND ANGUISHED WAR
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