Battle of Lookout Mountain
Chas. Magnus, 12 Frankfort St., N. Y.;
Battle of Lookout Mountain.
Ah! see where the chief leads on his stern band.
Mid the swift hail of death so calmly advancing,
To strike the proud bulwark by rebel hosts manned,
Death certain and quick from every side glancing.
’Tis now the mid-hour of the battle’s dread light;
“Oh! faint soldier, say, how goes the fierce fight?
Our broad starry banner, our hope and our pride,
Doth it rise, doth it fall, on the mountain’s dark side?”
‘Mid the cannon’s loud roar and the shriek of the shell,
The wave of fierce battle rolls louder and higher;
Enveloped in smoke, hoarse shouts alone tell
That our heroes are still rushing on through that fire.
But, see where it glides up the mountain’s dark side,
Now lost in the smoke, now flaunting out wide;
Oh, Rebellion has fallen! let traitors despair,
For our banner floats in the mountain’s pure air.
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