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He hears the drum; he sees our boys From his wasted fields return; Ladies feast them on strawberries, And even to kiss them yearn. HE HEARS THE DRUM HE SEES OUR BOYS FROM HIS WASTED FIELDS RETURN LADIES FEAST THEM ON STRAWBERRIES AND EVEN TO KISS THEM YEARN
nd bloody ray. The phantom-host has faded quite, Splendor and Terror gone-- Portent or promise--and gives way To pale, meek Dawn; The coming, going, Alike in wonder showing-- Alike the God, Decreeing and commanding The million blades that glowed, The muster and disbanding-- Midnight and Morn. The Released Rebel Prisoner.[18] (June, 1865.) Armies he’s seen--the herds of war, But never such swarms of men As now in the Nineveh of the North-- How mad the Rebellion then! And yet but dimly he divines The depth of that deceit, And superstition of vast pride Humbled to such defeat. Seductive shone the Chiefs in arms-- His steel the nearest magnet drew; Wreathed with its kind, the Gulf-weed drives-- ’Tis Nature’s wrong they rue. His face is hidden in his beard, But his heart peers out at eye-- And such a heart! like mountain-pool Where no man passes by. He thinks of Hill--a brave soul gone; And Ashby dead in pale disdain; And Stuart with the Rupert-plume, Whose blue eye never shall laugh again.  THE RELEASED REBEL PRISONER BY HERMAN MELVILLE READ FOR LIEBRAVOCK STOT ORG BY SAWSHA KOHEN AT CLARK UNIVERSITY RECORDED NOVEMBER OF TWO THOUSAND TWELVE WORD PRESS DOT CLARK EW DOT E D U SLASH M E N E U M A N SLASH LIEBERVOX ARMIES HE'S SEEN THE HERDS OF WAR BUT NEVER SUCH SWARMS OF MEN AS NOW IN THE NINEVEH OF THE NORTH HOW MAD THE REBELLION THEN AND YET BUT DIMLY HE DIVINES THE DEPTH OF THAT DECEIT AND SUPERSTITION OF VAST PRIDE HUMBLED TO SUCH DEFEAT SEDUCTIVE SHONE THE CHIEFS IN ARMS HIS STEEL THE NEAREST MAGNET DREW WREATHED WITH ITS KIND THE GULF WEED DRIVES TIS NATURE'S WRONG THEY RUE HIS FACE IS HIDDEN IN HIS BEARD BUT HIS HEART PEERS OUT AT EYE AND SUCH A HEART LIKE MOUNTAIN POOL WHERE NO MAN PASSES BY HE THINKS OF HILL A BRAVE SOUL GONE AND ASHBY DEAD IN PALE DISDAIN AND STUART WITH THE RUPERT PLUME WHOSE BLUE EYE NEVER SHALL LAUGH AGAIN
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