Heard ye of Vicksburg--the Southern Gibraltar,
Where the hands of our foemen built tyranny's altar,
Where their hosts are walled in by a cordon of braves,
And the pits they have dug for defense are their graves,
Where the red bombs are bursting and hissing the shot,
Where the nine thunders death and the charge follows hot?
Lo--torn by the shot and begrimed by the powder,
The Old Flag is waving there prouder and prouder.
Heard ye from Gettysburg?--Glory to God!
Bare your heads, O ye Freemen, and kneel on the sod!
Praise the Lord!--praise the Lord!--it is done!--it is done!
The battle is fought and the victory won!
They first took the sword, and they fall by the sword;
They are scattered and crushed by the hand of the Lord!
Lo--torn by the shot and begrimed by the powder,
The Old Flag is waving there prouder and prouder.
GETTYSBURG: CHARGE OF THE FIRST MINNESOTA
[Written for and read at the Camp Fire of the G.A.R. Department of
Minnesota, National Encampment of the Grand Army of the Republic, at
Minneapolis, June 22, 1884.]
Ready and ripe for the harvest lay the acres of golden grain
Waving on hillock and hillside and bending along the plain.
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