The 

 Human 

 Harvest 



The 



Phantom 



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In the same vein Bret Harte tells us of 

 the phantom " Last Review of the Grand 

 Army of the Republic": — 



I saw a phantom army come 



With never a sound of fife or drum, 



But keeping time to a throbbing hum 



Of wailing and lamentation. 

 The martyred heroes of Malvern Hill, 

 Of Gettysburg and of Chancellorsville, 

 The men whose wasted figures fill 



The patriot graves of the nation. 



And then came the nameless dead, the men 

 Who perished in fever-swamp and fen, 

 The slowly starved of the prison-pen ; 



And, marching beside the others. 

 Came the dusky martyrs of Pillow's fight. 

 With limbs enfranchised and beaming bright ; 

 I thought — but perhaps 'twas the pale moon- 

 light — 



They looked as white as their brothers ! 



And so all night marched the nation's dead. 

 With never a banner above them spread. 

 Nor a badge nor a motto brandished : 

 No mark save the bare uncovered head 

 Of the silent bronze Reviewer. 



