Lincolns Grave
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Like incense on the air Went up brave souls where bayonets crossed aslant And every bosom held a patriot s pride !
IX Old soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust, Who fought, with conscience clear, on either side ; Who bearded Death and thought their cause was just; Their stainless honor cannot be denied ; All patriots they beyond the farthest doubt ; Ring it and sing it up and down the land, And let no voice dare answer it with sneers, Or shut its meaning out ; Ring it and sing it, we go han...d in hand, Old infantry, old cavalry, old cannoniers.
And if Virginia s vales shall ring again To battle-yell of Moseby or Mahone, If Wilder s wild brigade or Morgan s men Once more wheel into line ; or all alone A Sheridan shall ride, a Cleburne fall, There will not be two flags above them flying.
But both in one, welded in that pure flame Upflaring in us all, When kindred unto kindred loudly crying Rally and cheer in freedom s holy name !
XI Great heart that bled on every awful field, Deep eyes that wept for every soldier dead, What time the Blue or Gray swept on or reeled, What time, triumphant, Meade or Johnston led ; True heart that felt our country one and whole, Kind eyes that saw to love beyond the strife, Inspire me, fill me, hold me close and long, My every source control, So that the richest veins of human life Thrilled through by thee may consecrate my song I XII I, mindful of a dark and bitter past, And of its clashing hopes and raging hates, Still, standing here, invoke a love so vast It cancels all and all obliterates, Save love itself, which cannot harbor wrong ; Oh for a voice of boundless melody, A voice to fill heaven s hollow to the brim With one brave burst of song Stronger than tempest, nobler than the sea, That I might lend it to a song of him !
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Like incense on the air Went up brave souls where bayonets crossed aslant And every bosom held a patriot s pride !
IX Old soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust, Who fought, with conscience clear, on either side ; Who bearded Death and thought their cause was just; Their stainless honor cannot be denied ; All patriots they beyond the farthest doubt ; Ring it and sing it up and down the land, And let no voice dare answer it with sneers, Or shut its meaning out ; Ring it and sing it, we go han...d in hand, Old infantry, old cavalry, old cannoniers.
And if Virginia s vales shall ring again To battle-yell of Moseby or Mahone, If Wilder s wild brigade or Morgan s men Once more wheel into line ; or all alone A Sheridan shall ride, a Cleburne fall, There will not be two flags above them flying.
But both in one, welded in that pure flame Upflaring in us all, When kindred unto kindred loudly crying Rally and cheer in freedom s holy name !
XI Great heart that bled on every awful field, Deep eyes that wept for every soldier dead, What time the Blue or Gray swept on or reeled, What time, triumphant, Meade or Johnston led ; True heart that felt our country one and whole, Kind eyes that saw to love beyond the strife, Inspire me, fill me, hold me close and long, My every source control, So that the richest veins of human life Thrilled through by thee may consecrate my song I XII I, mindful of a dark and bitter past, And of its clashing hopes and raging hates, Still, standing here, invoke a love so vast It cancels all and all obliterates, Save love itself, which cannot harbor wrong ; Oh for a voice of boundless melody, A voice to fill heaven s hollow to the brim With one brave burst of song Stronger than tempest, nobler than the sea, That I might lend it to a song of him !
What to read after Lincolns Grave?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Thompson Maurice to read onlineMoreLess
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