 | War poets of the South and Confederate camp-fire songs. |  |
POLK.
A flash from the edge of a hostile trench,
A puff of smoke, a roar,
Whose echo shall roar from Kennesaw hills,
To the farthermost Christian shore,
Proclaim to the world that the warrior-priest
Will battle for right no more;
A puff of smoke, a roar,
Whose echo shall roar from Kennesaw hills,
To the farthermost Christian shore,
Proclaim to the world that the warrior-priest
Will battle for right no more;
And that for a cause which is sanctified
By the blood of martyrs unknown—
A cause for which they gave their lives,
By the blood of martyrs unknown—
A cause for which they gave their lives,
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And for which he gave his own—
He kneels, a weak ambassador,
At the foot of the Father's throne;
He kneels, a weak ambassador,
At the foot of the Father's throne;
And up to the courts of another world,
That angels alone have trod,
He lives away from the din and strife
Of this blood-besprinkled sod—
Crowned with the amarinthine wreath
That is worn by the blest of God.
That angels alone have trod,
He lives away from the din and strife
Of this blood-besprinkled sod—
Crowned with the amarinthine wreath
That is worn by the blest of God.
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