The 

 Human 

 Harvest 



Bro^w- 



neir s 



^^Roll of 



Honor ' 



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or, and we shall see its deeper meaning: — 



Of litde the storm has reft us 

 But the brave and kindly clay, 



('Tis but dust where Lander left us, 

 And but turf where Lyon lay). 



There's Winthrop, true to the end, 

 And Ellsworth of long ago, 

 (First fair young head laid low!) 



There's Baker, the firm, staunch friend, 

 And Douglas, the friendly foe: 



(Baker, that still stood up 



When 'twas death on either hand: 



" 'Tis a soldier's part to stoop. 

 But the Senator must stand.") 



The heroes gather and form: 



There's Cameron, with his scars, 



Sedgwick, of siege and storm. 



And Mitchell, that joined his stars. 



Winthrop, of sword and pen, 

 Wadsworth, with silver hair, 



Mansfield, ruler of men. 



And brave McPherson are there. 



Birney, who led so long, 

 Abbott, born to command. 



