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Vicksburg (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 162
Ballad of Vicksburgh. Two years the tide of war had rolled In restless fury on-- Hearts growing prematurely old In grief for loved ones gone! Two years the burdened land had groaned Beneath the martial train; With bitter, scalding tears bemoaned Its argosy of pain! Two years had brothers met as foes On many a field and flood-- Had fathers drained the cup of woes Their sons had steeped in blood! The haughty rebel striving hard To fill a land with slaves; The gallant freeman still to guard The h bears its scars, The people hide in caves, And cursing still the Stripes and Stars, There many find their graves! But closer draws the giant coil, Want stares them in the face, In vain is all their arduous toil, They cannot hold the place. And Vicksburgh by the river side So long the rebel boast, Falls from its dizzy height of pride Before the loyal host. And on that joyful summer morn, The great day of the year That symbols still a nation born, There waves the flag so dear! And many a shout go
Hope (search for this): chapter 162
ike waves upon the white sea-coast To storm the land again! Like the wild rushing avalanche Armed with resistless might, To crush rebellion root and branch, They hurry to the fight. The circling path is rough and long To gain the stronghold's rear; The foe they meet is fierce and strong, But wakes no coward fear. They boldly meet him on the way In many a bloody fight; In all they nobly win the day, As triumph for the right! They reap a large and worthy spoil Of cannon and of men, The fruit of Hope's heroic toil Inspiring hope again! On, on they press their winding way, A strong and valiant host; And still they keep the foe at bay, Despite his wonted boast! They reach at last the waiting goal, The frowning forts invest; The thunders of their cannon roll To mar the city's rest. All avenues of flight they guard With strong and jealous care, Cut off supplies and press them hard With burdens hard to bear. They boldly make the fierce assault, The moated walls to scale, Nor is it yet the her