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Rh And this when peril pressed him sore,

Left aidless in the shivered front of war—

Skulkers behind, defiant foes before,

And fighting with a broken brand.

The challenge in that courage rare—

Courage defenseless, proudly bare—

Never could tempt him; he could dare

Strike up the leveled rifle there.

Sunday at Shiloh, and the day

When Stonewall charged—McClellan's crimson May,

And Chickamauga's wave of death,

And of the Wilderness the cypress wreath—

All these have passed away.

The life in the veins of Treason lags,

Her daring color-bearers drop their flags,

And yield. Now shall we fire?

Can poor spite be?

Shall nobleness in victory less aspire

Than in reverse? Spare Spleen her ire,

And think how Grant met Lee.