The shattered wreck we hurried, 



In death-fight, from deck and port, — 



The blacks that Wagner buried. 

 That died in the Bloody Fort! 



Comrades of camp and mess. 



Left, as they lay, to die, 

 In the battle's sorest stress. 



When the storm of fight swept by: 

 They lay in the Wilderness — 



Ah, where did they not lie? 



In the tangled swamp they lay, 

 They lay so still on the sward ! — 



They rolled in the sick-bay. 



Moaning their lives away; — 



They flushed in the fevered ward. 



But the old wounds are all healed, 



And the dungeoned limbs are free, — 



The Blue Frocks rise from the field. 

 The Blue Jackets out of the sea. 



O tenderer green than May 

 The Eternal Season wears, — 



The blue of our summer's day 

 Is dim and pallid to theirs, — 



The Horror faded away, 



And 'twas heaven all unawares!^ 



* Abraham Lincoln," by Henry Howard Brownell. 



The 



Human 



Harvest 



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