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IX. Gone are the conquering banners of the day Hush'd the grand roar of the artillery And perish'd all the pomp and brave display That mask'd the Battle in mad revelry ! Gone is the smoke that hid the battery ; And of th' immortal lightning-fire that bloom'd Upon a field of bayonets for thee, And mark'd thee, Soldier, with the ones it doomed, These ashes poor remain to blend, to be entomb'd. Draw, gentle Night, thy curtains closer round, And fly, ye clouds, to hide the rising moon From the whit...e faces staring from the ground. The morning light will come, alas ! too soon. AFTER THE BATTLE. 91 That its fair beam must cancel all the boon Of countless hearts, to whom the Night is hope For blest escape of loved ones, who, at noon, Reel'd in the charge, and fell upon the slope. Leave them one feeble stay, with their despair to cope ! XI. To-morrow all the land, from North to South, May ring with echoes of a Battle won ; The rose may blossom at the cannon's mouth, And trumpet honors unto Peace be done ; But, from his ramparts, will the rising Sun See where the carrion-crows expectant flit ; And while to crown her, worlds have just begun, The Nation, sick at heart remembering it, Shall, at her bloody hearth, in dust and ashes sit.
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