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THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.
Ten thousand Rebels, left and right, there closer, closer plant them;
But Geary's ranks are grand in fight, and Howard's—who shall daunt them?
But Geary's ranks are grand in fight, and Howard's—who shall daunt them?
Press on, press on, rebellious horde! meet death and dark disasters!
The drops that stain a Northman's sword free slaves from scourging masters.
Press on, press on! bring all your guns—load well and aim discreetly:
Yet know One sides with Freedom's sons whose judgments follow fleetly.
The drops that stain a Northman's sword free slaves from scourging masters.
Press on, press on! bring all your guns—load well and aim discreetly:
Yet know One sides with Freedom's sons whose judgments follow fleetly.
Line crowding line, rank urging rank, steel pressed to hearts unshielded:
An instant's hush from flank to flank—and God his bolt has wielded!
A subtle thrill, a blanching dread—skies bowed, earth quaking under—
And all the traitorous files are shred, are rent, are hewn asunder!
An instant's hush from flank to flank—and God his bolt has wielded!
A subtle thrill, a blanching dread—skies bowed, earth quaking under—
And all the traitorous files are shred, are rent, are hewn asunder!
Ah, Longstreet left his lair at night, no servile cohorts lacking;
But by their gore his backward flight the scout, at morn, was tracking.
But by their gore his backward flight the scout, at morn, was tracking.
