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THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.
November 24, 1863.
“Give me but two brigades,” said Hooker, frowning at fortified Lookout;
“And I'll engage to sweep yon mountain clear of that mocking rebel rout.”
At early morning came an order, that set the General's face aglow:
“Now,” said he to his staff, “draw out my soldiers! Grant says that I may go.”
“And I'll engage to sweep yon mountain clear of that mocking rebel rout.”
At early morning came an order, that set the General's face aglow:
“Now,” said he to his staff, “draw out my soldiers! Grant says that I may go.”
Hither and thither dashed each eager Colonel, to join his regiment,
While a low rumor of the daring purpose ran on from tent to tent.
For the long roll was sounding through the valley, and the keen trumpet's bray,
And the wild laughter of the swarthy veterans, who cried, “We fight to-day!”
While a low rumor of the daring purpose ran on from tent to tent.
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And the wild laughter of the swarthy veterans, who cried, “We fight to-day!”
The solid tramp of infantry, the rumble of the great jolting gun,
The sharp, clear order, and the fierce steeds neighing, “Why's not the fight begun?”
All these plain harbingers of sudden conflict broke on the startled ear;
And last arose a sound that made your blood leap, the ringing battle-cheer.
The sharp, clear order, and the fierce steeds neighing, “Why's not the fight begun?”
All these plain harbingers of sudden conflict broke on the startled ear;
And last arose a sound that made your blood leap, the ringing battle-cheer.
The lower works were carried at one onset; like a vast roaring sea
Of steel and fire, our soldiers from the trenches swept out the enemy;
And we could see the gray-coats swarming up from the mountain's leafy base,
To join their comrades in the higher fastness,—for life or death the race!
Of steel and fire, our soldiers from the trenches swept out the enemy;
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To join their comrades in the higher fastness,—for life or death the race!
Then our long line went winding up the mountain, in a huge serpent-track,
And the slant sun upon it flashed and glimmered as on a dragon's back.
Higher and higher the column's head pushed onward, ere the rear moved a man;
And soon the skirmish-lines their straggling volleys and single shots began.
And the slant sun upon it flashed and glimmered as on a dragon's back.
Higher and higher the column's head pushed onward, ere the rear moved a man;
And soon the skirmish-lines their straggling volleys and single shots began.
Then the bald head of Lookout flamed and bellowed, and all its batteries woke,
And down the mountain poured the bomb-shells, puffing into our eyes their smoke;
And balls and grape-shot rained upon our column, that bore the angry shower
As if it were no more than that soft dropping which scarcely stirs the flower.
And down the mountain poured the bomb-shells, puffing into our eyes their smoke;
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As if it were no more than that soft dropping which scarcely stirs the flower.
O, glorious courage that inspires the hero, and runs through all his men!
The heart that failed beside the Rappahannock, it was itself again!
The star that circumstance and jealous faction shrouded in envious night
Here shone with all the splendor of its nature, and with a freer light!
The heart that failed beside the Rappahannock, it was itself again!
The star that circumstance and jealous faction shrouded in envious night
Here shone with all the splendor of its nature, and with a freer light!
Hark, hark! there go the well-known crashing volleys, the long-continued roar
That swells and falls, but never ceases wholly until the fight is o'er.
Up towards the crystal gates of heaven ascending, the mortal tempest beat,
As if they sought to try their cause together before God's very feet.
That swells and falls, but never ceases wholly until the fight is o'er.
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As if they sought to try their cause together before God's very feet.
We saw our troops had gained a footing almost beneath the topmost ledge,
And back and forth the rival lines went surging upon the dizzy edge.
We saw, sometimes, our men fall backward slowly, and groaned in our despair;
Or cheered when now and then a stricken rebel plunged out in open air,
Down, down, a thousand empty fathoms dropping,—his God alone knows where!
And back and forth the rival lines went surging upon the dizzy edge.
We saw, sometimes, our men fall backward slowly, and groaned in our despair;
Or cheered when now and then a stricken rebel plunged out in open air,
Down, down, a thousand empty fathoms dropping,—his God alone knows where!
At eve thick haze upon the mountain gathered, with rising smoke stained black,
And not a glimpse of the contending armies shone through the swirling rack.
Night fell o'er all; but still they flashed their lightnings and rolled their thunders loud,
Though no man knew upon which side was going that battle in the cloud.
And not a glimpse of the contending armies shone through the swirling rack.
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Though no man knew upon which side was going that battle in the cloud.
Night—what a night!—of anxious thought and wonder, but still no tidings came
From the bare summit of the trembling mountain, still wrapped in mist and flame.
But towards the sleepless dawn, stillness, more dreadful than the fierce sound of war,
Settled o'er Nature, as if she stood breathless before the morning star.
From the bare summit of the trembling mountain, still wrapped in mist and flame.
But towards the sleepless dawn, stillness, more dreadful than the fierce sound of war,
Settled o'er Nature, as if she stood breathless before the morning star.
As the sun rose, dense clouds of smoky vapor boiled from the valley's deeps,
Dragging their torn and ragged edges slowly up through the tree-clad steeps;
And rose and rose, till Lookout, like a vision, above us grandly stood,
And over his bleak crags and storm-blanched headlands burst the warm golden flood.
Dragging their torn and ragged edges slowly up through the tree-clad steeps;
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And over his bleak crags and storm-blanched headlands burst the warm golden flood.
Thousands of eyes were fixed upon the mountain, and thousands held their breath,
And the vast army, in the valley watching, seemed touched with sudden death.
High o'er us soared great Lookout, robed in purple, a glory on his face,
A human meaning in his hard, calm features, beneath that heavenly grace.
And the vast army, in the valley watching, seemed touched with sudden death.
High o'er us soared great Lookout, robed in purple, a glory on his face,
A human meaning in his hard, calm features, beneath that heavenly grace.
Out on a crag walked something—what? an eagle, that treads yon giddy height?
Surely no man! but still he clambered forward into the full, rich light.
Then up he started, with a sudden motion, and from the blazing crag
Flung to the morning breeze and sunny radiance the dear old starry flag!
Surely no man! but still he clambered forward into the full, rich light.
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Flung to the morning breeze and sunny radiance the dear old starry flag!
Ah! then what followed? Scarred and warworn soldiers, like girls, flushed through their tan,
And down the thousand wrinkles of the battles a thousand tear-drops ran.
Men seized each other in returned embraces, and sobbed for very love;
A spirit, which made all that moment brothers, seemed falling from above.
And down the thousand wrinkles of the battles a thousand tear-drops ran.
Men seized each other in returned embraces, and sobbed for very love;
A spirit, which made all that moment brothers, seemed falling from above.
And as we gazed, around the mountain's summit our glittering files appeared,
Into the rebel works we saw them moving; and we—we cheered, we cheered!
And they above waved all their flags before us, and joined our frantic shout,
Standing, like demigods, in light and triumph upon their own Lookout!
Into the rebel works we saw them moving; and we—we cheered, we cheered!
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Standing, like demigods, in light and triumph upon their own Lookout!
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