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[12] Aloft he guards the starry folds Who is the brother of the star; The bird whose joy is in the wind Exultleth in the war. BERVOX ALOFT HE GUARDS THE STARRY FOLDS WHO IS THE BROTHER OF THE STAR THE BIRD WHOSE JOY IS IN THE WIND EXULTETH IN THE WAR
 guides his strong steed--how coldly too. He brings his regiment home-- Not as they filed two years before, But a remnant half-tattered, and battered, and worn, Like castaway sailors, who--stunned By the surf’s loud roar, Their mates dragged back and seen no more-- Again and again breast the surge, And at last crawl, spent, to shore. A still rigidity and pale-- An Indian aloofness lones his brow; He has lived a thousand years Compressed in battle’s pains and prayers, Marches and watches slow. There are welcoming shouts, and flags; Old men off hat to the Boy, Wreaths from gay balconies fall at his feet, But to _him_--there comes alloy. It is not that a leg is lost, It is not that an arm is maimed. It is not that the fever has racked-- Self he has long disclaimed. But all through the Seven Day’s Fight, And deep in the wilderness grim, And in the field-hospital tent, And Petersburg crater, and dim Lean brooding in Libby, there came-- Ah heaven!--what _truth_ to him. The Eagle of the Blue.  THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE BY HERMAN MELVILLE READ FOR LIEBERVOX DOT ORG BY JOHN CLINGLOVER AT CLARK UNIVERSITY RECORDED NOVEMBER OF TWO THOUSAND TWELVE WORD PRESS DOT CLARK EWE DOT E D U SLASH M E N E U M A N SLASH LIE
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