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py skies For tokens of world-wide woe? The Land's great lamentations, The mighty mourning of cannon, The myriad flags half-mast,-- The late remorse of the nations, Grief from Volga to Shannon! (Now they know thee at last.) How, from gray Niagara's shore To Canaveral's surfy shoal,-- From the rough Atlantic roar To the long Pacific roll,-- For bereavement and for dole, Every cottage wears its weed, White as thine own pure soul, And black as the traitor deed! How, under a nation's pall, The dust so dear in our sight To its home on the prairie passed,-- The leagues of funeral, The myriads, morn and night, Pressing to look their last! Nor alone the State's Eclipse; But how tears in hard eyes gather,-- And on rough and bearded lips, Of the regiments and the ships,-- "Oh, our dear Father!" And methinks of all the million That looked on the dark dead face, 'Neath its sable-plumed pavilion, The crone of a humbler race Is saddest of all to think on, And the old swart lips that said, Sobbing, "Abraham Lincoln! Oh, he is dead, he is dead!" Hush! let our heavy souls To-day be glad; for agen The stormy music swells and rolls Stirring the hearts of men. And under the Nation's Dome, They've guarded so well and long, Our boys come marching home, Two hundred thousand strong. All in the pleasant month of May, With war-worn colors and drums, Still, through the livelong summer's day, Regiment, regiment comes. Like the tide, yesty and barmy, That sets on a wild lee-shore, Surge the ranks of an army Never reviewed before! Who shall look on the like agen, Or see such host of the brave? A mighty River of marching men Rolls the Capital through,-- Rank on rank, and wave on wave, Of bayonet-crested blue! How the chargers neigh and champ, (Their riders weary of camp,) With curvet and with caracole!-- The cavalry comes with thundrous tramp, And the cannons heavily roll. And ever, flowery and gay, The Staff sweeps on in a spray Of tossing forelocks and manes; But each bridle-arm has a weed Of funeral, black as the steed That fiery Sheridan reins.
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