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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX
(April, 1865)
As billows upon billows roll,
On victory victory breaks;
Ere yet seven days from Richmond's fall
And crowning triumph wakes
The loud joy-gun, whose thunders run
By sea-shore, streams, and lakes.
The hope and great event agree
In the sword that Grant received from Lee.
On victory victory breaks;
Ere yet seven days from Richmond's fall
And crowning triumph wakes
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By sea-shore, streams, and lakes.
The hope and great event agree
In the sword that Grant received from Lee.
The warring eagles fold the wing,
But not in Caesar's sway;
Not Rome o'ercome by Roman arms we sing
As on Pharsalia's day,
But Treason thrown, though a giant grown,
And Freedom's larger play.
All human tribes glad token see
In the close of the wars of Grant and Lee.
But not in Caesar's sway;
Not Rome o'ercome by Roman arms we sing
As on Pharsalia's day,
But Treason thrown, though a giant grown,
And Freedom's larger play.
All human tribes glad token see
In the close of the wars of Grant and Lee.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |