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GRANT
August 8, 1885
God sends his angels where he will,
From world to world, from star to star;
They do his bidding as they fly,
Whether or near or far!
From world to world, from star to star;
They do his bidding as they fly,
Whether or near or far!
Whither it went, or what its quest,
I know not; but one August day
A great white angel through the far
Dim spaces took its way;
I know not; but one August day
A great white angel through the far
Dim spaces took its way;
Until below it our fair earth,
Like a rich jewel fitly hung—
An emerald set with silver gleams—
In the blue ether swung.
Like a rich jewel fitly hung—
An emerald set with silver gleams—
In the blue ether swung.
The angel looked; the angel paused;
Then down the starry pathway swept,
Till mount and valley, hill and plain,
Beneath its vision slept.
Then down the starry pathway swept,
Till mount and valley, hill and plain,
Beneath its vision slept.
Poised on a far blue mountain peak,
It saw the land, from sea to sea,
Lifting in veilèd splendor up
The banner of the free!
It saw the land, from sea to sea,
Lifting in veilèd splendor up
The banner of the free!
From tower and turret, spire and dome,
From stately halls, and cabins rude,
Where crag and cliff and forest meet
In awful solitude,
From stately halls, and cabins rude,
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In awful solitude,
It saw strange, sombre pennants float,
Black shadows on the summer breeze
That bore, from shore to shore, the wail
Of solemn symphonies.
Black shadows on the summer breeze
That bore, from shore to shore, the wail
Of solemn symphonies.
It saw long files of armèd men,
Clad in a garb of faded blue,
Pass up and down the sorrowing land
As if in grand review.
Clad in a garb of faded blue,
Pass up and down the sorrowing land
As if in grand review.
It saw through crowded city streets,
Funereal trains move to and fro,
With tolling bells, and muffled drums,
And trumpets wailing low.
Funereal trains move to and fro,
With tolling bells, and muffled drums,
And trumpets wailing low.
Descending then the angel sought
A stern, sad man of many cares—
Ah, oft before have mortals talked
With angels, unawares!
A stern, sad man of many cares—
Ah, oft before have mortals talked
With angels, unawares!
The angel spake, as man to man—
“What does it mean, O friend?” it cried,
“These sad-browed hosts, these weeds of woe,
This mourning far and wide?”
“What does it mean, O friend?” it cried,
“These sad-browed hosts, these weeds of woe,
This mourning far and wide?”
The stranger answered in amaze—
“Know you not what the whole world knows?
To his long home, thus grandly borne,
Earth's greatest warrior goes.
“Know you not what the whole world knows?
To his long home, thus grandly borne,
Earth's greatest warrior goes.
“The foremost soldier of his age,
The victor on full many a field—
Who saw the bravest of the brave
To his stern prowess yield.”
The victor on full many a field—
Who saw the bravest of the brave
To his stern prowess yield.”
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The angel sighed. “That means,” it said,
“Tumult and anguish, pain and death,
And countless sons of men borne down
By the fierce cannon's breath!”
“Tumult and anguish, pain and death,
And countless sons of men borne down
By the fierce cannon's breath!”
Then passed from sight the heavenly guest,
And from the mountain-top again
Took its far flight from North to South,
Above the homes of men.
And from the mountain-top again
Took its far flight from North to South,
Above the homes of men.
But still, where'er it went, it saw
The starry banners half mast high,
And tower and turret hung with black
Against the reddening sky!
The starry banners half mast high,
And tower and turret hung with black
Against the reddening sky!
Still saw long ranks of armèd men
Who for the blue had worn the gray—
Still saw the sad processions pass,
Darkening the summer day!
Who for the blue had worn the gray—
Still saw the sad processions pass,
Darkening the summer day!
“Was this their conqueror whom you mourn?”
The angel said to one who kept
Lone watch where, deep in grass-grown graves,
Young Southern soldiers slept.
The angel said to one who kept
Lone watch where, deep in grass-grown graves,
Young Southern soldiers slept.
“Victor, yet friend,” the answer came,
“Even theirs who here their life-blood poured!
He, when the bitter field was won,
Was first to sheathe the sword,
“Even theirs who here their life-blood poured!
He, when the bitter field was won,
Was first to sheathe the sword,
“And cry: ‘O brothers, take my hand—
Brave foemen, let us be at peace!
O'er all the undivided land
Let clash of conflict cease!’”
Brave foemen, let us be at peace!
O'er all the undivided land
Let clash of conflict cease!’”
The wondering angel went its way
From world to world, from star to star,
Where planet unto planet turned,
And suns blazed out afar.
From world to world, from star to star,
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And suns blazed out afar.
“Learn, learn, O universe,” it cried,
“How great is he whose foemen lay
Their love and homage at his feet,
On this—his burial day!”
“How great is he whose foemen lay
Their love and homage at his feet,
On this—his burial day!”
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