And Craven, with ship and crew 

 Sunk in the salt sea-flood. 



And, a little later to part. 



Our Captain, loved and dear — 

 (Did we deem thee, then, austere ? 



Drayton! — O pure and kindly heart! 

 Thine is the seaman's tear). 



All such, — and many another 

 (Ah, list how long to name !) 



That stood like brother by brother, 

 And died on the field of fame. 



(But, a little from the rest. 

 With sad eyes looking down. 

 And brows of softened frown, 

 With stern arms on the chest. 

 Are two, standing abreast, — 

 Stonewall and Old John Brown). 



But the stainless and the true. 

 These by their President stand. 



To look on his last review. 



Or march with the old command. 



And lo, from a thousand fields. 

 From all the old battle-haunts, 



A greater Army than Sherman wields, 

 A grander Review than Grant's ! 



The 

 Human 



Harvest 



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