Elliott the bold, and Strong, 



Who fell on the hard-fought strand. 



Lytle, soldier and bard, 



And the Ellets, sire and son. 

 Ransom, all grandly scarred. 

 And Redfield, no more on guard, 

 (But Alatoona is won!) 



Reno, of pure desert, 



Kearney, with heart of flame, 

 And Russell, that hid his hurt 



Till the final death-bolt came. 



Terrill, dead where he fought, 

 Wallace, that would not yield. 



And Sumner, who vainly sought 

 A grave on the foughten field, 



(But died ere the end he saw, 



With years and battles outworn). 

 There's Harmon of Kenesaw, 

 And Ulric Dahlgren, and Shaw,^ 

 That slept with his Hope Forlorn. 



The 



Human 



Harvest 



Compare John Hay's reference to Colonel Shaw 



With an eye like a Boston girl's ; 



And I saw the light of heaven that shone 



In Ulrich Dahlgren's curls ! 



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