POEMS OF JAMES RYDER RANDALL
Brothers! The midnight of our Cause
Is shrouded in our fate—
The demon Goths pollute our halls
With fire and lust and hate!
Be strong, be valiant, be assured—
Strike home for Heaven and Right!
The soul of Jackson stalks abroad
And guards the camp tonight.
AT FORT PILLOW
You shudder as you think upon
The carnage of the grim report,
The desolation when we won
The inner trenches of the fort.
But there are deeds you may not know
That scourge the pulses into strife;
Dark memories of deathless woe
Pointing the bayonet and knife.
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