The Blood of the Natiori 



Wain wright, steadfast and true, 



Rodgers of brave sea-blood, 

 And Craven, with ship and crew, 



Sunk in the salt-sea flood; 

 Terrill, dead where he fought, 



Wallace, that would not yield; 

 Sumner, who vainly bought 



A grave on the foughten field, 

 But died ere the end he saw, 



With years and battles outworn ; 

 There was Harmon of Kennesaw, 

 And Ulric Dahlgren, and Shaw 



That slept with his Hope Forlorn ; 

 Lytle, soldier and bard, 



And the Ellets, sire and son ; 

 Ransom, all grandly scarred, 

 And Redfield, no more on guard. 



But Alatoona is won ! " 



So runs the record, page after 



page : 



" All such, and many another, 

 Ah ! list how long to name ! " 



And these were the names of the offi- 

 cers only. Not less worthy were the men 

 in the ranks. It is the paradox of democ- 

 racy that its greatness is chiefly in the 



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