Battle Days

I     Veteran memories rally to muster     Here at the call of the old battle days:     Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:     All the wild whirl of the fight's broken maze:     Clangor of bugle and flashing of sabre,     Smoke-stifled flags and the howl of the shell,     With earth for a rest place and death for a neighbor,     And dreams of a charge and the deep rebel yell.     Stern was our task in the field where the reaping     Spared the ripe harvest, but laid our men low:     Grim was the sorrow that held us from weeping:     Awful the rush of the strife's ebb and flow.     Swift came the silence - our enemy hiding     Sudden retreat in the cloud-muffled night:     Swift as a hawk-pounce our hill-and-dale riding;     Hundreds on hundreds we caught in their flight!     Hard and incessant the danger and trial,     Laid on our squadrons, that gladly bore all,     Scorning to meet with delay or denial     The summons that rang in the battle-days' call!     II     Wild days that woke to glory or despair,     And smote the coward soul with sudden shame,     But unto those whose hearts were bold to dare     All things for honor brought eternal fame: -         Lost days, undying days!         With undiminished rays         Here now on us look down,         Illumining our crown     Of leaves memorial, wet with tender dew     For those who nobly died     In fierce self-sacrifice of service true,     Rapt in pure fire of life-disdaining pride;     Men of this soil, who stood     Firm for their country's good,     From night to night, from sun to sun,     Till o'er the living and the slain     A woful dawn that streamed with rain     Wept for their victory dearly won.     III     Days of the future, prophetic days, -     Silence engulfs the roar of war;     Yet, through all coming years, repeat the praise     Of those leal comrades brave, who come no more!     And when our voices cease,     Long, long renew the chant, the anthem proud,     Which, echoing clear and loud     Through templed aisles of peace,     Like blended tumults of a joyous chime,     Shall tell their valor to a later time.     Shine on this field; and in the eyes of men     Rekindle, if the need shall come again,     That answering light that springs     In beaconing splendor from the soul, and brings     Promise of faith well kept and deed sublime!