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elms that wave on Malvern Hill

In prime of morn and May,

Recall ye how McClellan's men

Here stood at bay?

While deep within yon forest dim

Our rigid comrades lay—

Some with the cartridge in their mouth,

Others with fixed arms lifted South—

Invoking so

The cypress glades? Ah wilds of woe!

The spires of Richmond, late beheld

Through rifts in musket-haze,

Were closed from view in clouds of dust

On leaf-walled ways,

Where streamed our wagons in caravan;

And the Seven Nights and Days