The 

 Human 

 Harvest 



Gathered home from the grave, 

 Risen from sun and rain, — 



Rescued from wind and wave. 

 Out of the stormy main, — 



The Legions of our Brave 

 Are all in their lines again! 



Many a stout corps that went 

 Full-ranked from camp and tent. 



And brought back a brigade; 

 Many a brave regiment. 



That mustered only a squad. 



The lost battalions 



That, when the fight went wrong, 

 Stood and died at their guns, — 



The stormers steady and strong. 



With their best blood that bought 

 Scarp and ravelin and wall — 



The companies that fought 



Till a corporal's guard was all. 



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Many a valiant crew 



That passed in battle wreck, 

 Ah, so faithful and true ! 



They died on the bloody deck, 

 They sank in the soundless blue. 



