A Dirge for McPherson

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Arms reversed and banners craped—
    Muffled drums;
Snowy horses sable-draped—
    McPherson comes.

But, tell us, shall we know him more, Lost-Mountain and lone Kenesaw?

Brave the sword upon the pall— A gleam in gloom; So a bright name lighteth all McPherson's doom.

Bear him through the chapel-door— Let priest in stole Pace before the warrior Who led. Bell--toll!

Lay him down within the nave, The Lesson read— Man is noble, man is brave, But man's--a weed.

Take him up again and wend Graveward, nor weep: There's a trumpet that shall rend This Soldier's sleep.

Pass the ropes the coffin round, And let descend; Prayer and volley—let it sound McPherson's end.

True fame is his, for life is o'er— Sarpedon of the mighty war.



This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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