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ed in Libby yonder, They starved in the foul stockade,-- Hearing afar the thunder Of the Union cannonade! But the old wounds all are healed, And the dungeoned limbs are free,-- The Blue Frocks rise from the field, The Blue Jackets out of the sea. They've 'scaped from the torture-den, They've broken the bloody sod, They're all come to life agen!-- The Third of a Million men That died for Thee and for God! A 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! Tents on the Infinite Shore! Flags in the azuline sky, Sails on the seas once more! To-day, in the heaven on high, All under arms once more! The troops are all in their lines, The guidons flutter and play; But every bayonet shines, For all must march to-day. What lofty pennons flaunt? What mighty echoes haunt, As of great guns, o'er the main? Hark to the sound again! The Congress is all-ataunt! The Cumberland's manned again! All the ships and their men Are in line of battle to-day,-- All at quarters, as when Their last roll thundered away,-- All at their guns, as then, For the Fleet salutes to-day. The armies, have broken camp On the vast and sunny plain, The drums are rolling again; With steady, measured tramp, They're marching all again. With alignment firm and solemn, Once again they form In mighty square and column,-- But never for charge and storm. The Old Flag they died under Floats above them on the shore, And on the great ships yonder The ensigns dip once more,-- And once again the thunder Of the thirty guns and four! In solid platoons of steel, Under heaven's triumphal arch, The long lines break and wheel; And the word is, "Forward, march!" The colors ripple o'erhead, The drums roll up to the sky, And with martial time and tread The regiments all pass by,-- The ranks of our faithful Dead, Meeting their President's eye. With a soldier's quiet pride They smile o'er the perished pain, For their anguish was not vain,-- For thee, O Father, we died! And we
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