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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Will HenryThompson

995 The High Tide at Gettysburg

A CLOUD possessed the hollow field,

The gathering battle’s smoky shield.

Athwart the gloom the lightning flashed,

And through the cloud some horsemen dashed,

And from the heights the thunder pealed.

Then at the brief command of Lee

Moved out that matchless infantry,

With Pickett leading grandly down,

To rush against the roaring crown

Of those dread heights of destiny.

Far heard above the angry guns

A cry across the tumult runs,—

The voice that rang through Shiloh’s woods

And Chickamauga’s solitudes,

The fierce South cheering on her sons!

Ah, how the withering tempest blew

Against the front of Pettigrew!

A Khamsin wind that scorched and singed

Like that infernal flame that fringed

The British squares at Waterloo!

A thousand fell where Kemper led;

A thousand died where Garnett bled:

In blinding flame and strangling smoke

The remnant through the batteries broke

And crossed the works with Armistead.

“Once more in Glory’s van with me!”

Virginia cried to Tennessee;

“We two together, come what may,

Shall stand upon these works to-day!”

(The reddest day in history.)

Brave Tennessee! In reckless way

Virginia heard her comrade say:

“Close round this rent and riddled rag!”

What time she set her battle-flag

Amid the guns of Doubleday.

But who shall break the guards that wait

Before the awful face of Fate?

The tattered standards of the South

Were shriveled at the cannon’s mouth,

And all her hopes were desolate.

In vain the Tennesseean set

His breast against the bayonet!

In vain Virginia charged and raged,

A tigress in her wrath uncaged,

Till all the hill was red and wet!

Above the bayonets, mixed and crossed,

Men saw a gray, gigantic ghost

Receding through the battle-could,

And heard across the tempest loud

The death-cry of a nation lost!

The brave went down! Without disgrace

They leaped to Ruin’s red embrace.

They only heard Fame’s thunders wake,

And saw the dazzling sun-burst break

In smiles on Glory’s bloody face!

They fell, who lifted up a hand

And bade the sun in heaven to stand!

They smote and fell, who set the bars

Against the progress of the stars,

And stayed the march of Motherland!

They stood, who saw the future come

On through the fight’s delirium!

They smote and stood, who held the hope

Of nations on that slippery slope

Amid the cheers of Christendom.

God lives! He forged the iron will

That clutched and held that trembling hill.

God lives and reigns! He built and lent

The heights for Freedom’s battlement

Where floats her flag in triumph still!

Fold up the banners! Smelt the guns!

Love rules. Her gentler purpose runs.

A mighty mother turns in tears

The pages of her battle years,

Lamenting all her fallen sons!