Night at Gettysburg
By day Golgotha sleeps, but when night comes
The army rallies to the beating drums;
Columns are formed and banners wave
O'er armies summoned from the grave.
The wheat field waves with reddened grain
And the wounded wail and writhe in pain.
The hard-held Bloody Angle drips anew
And Pickett charges with a ghostly crew.
While where the road to the village turns
Stands the tall shadow of old John Burns!
The army rallies to the beating drums;
Columns are formed and banners wave
O'er armies summoned from the grave.
The wheat field waves with reddened grain
And the wounded wail and writhe in pain.
The hard-held Bloody Angle drips anew
And Pickett charges with a ghostly crew.
While where the road to the village turns
Stands the tall shadow of old John Burns!
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