And every horror known in hell,
We fought as men ne'er fought before
And turned the tide of cruel war.
We fought as men ne'er fought before
And turned the tide of cruel war.
As darkness flees at break of day,
As every tempest dies away,
So ceased the storm on hill and plain,
The fall of leaden sleet and rain.
Then came a gentle evening breath
And kissed the fevered fields of death,
And blew aside the friendly screen
And showed us where the fight had been.
We saw no shattered army then,
With broken lines of flying men;
We heard no sound of rushing feet,
Of scattered corps in wild retreat;
We saw no banner rise and fall,
We heard no drum or bugle call,
Only a crimson field instead,
With an endless stretch of sleeping dead,
The Southern army widely slain,
Gone like a leaf in the hurricane.
As every tempest dies away,
So ceased the storm on hill and plain,
The fall of leaden sleet and rain.
Then came a gentle evening breath
And kissed the fevered fields of death,
And blew aside the friendly screen
And showed us where the fight had been.
We saw no shattered army then,
With broken lines of flying men;
We heard no sound of rushing feet,
Of scattered corps in wild retreat;
We saw no banner rise and fall,
We heard no drum or bugle call,
Only a crimson field instead,
With an endless stretch of sleeping dead,
The Southern army widely slain,
Gone like a leaf in the hurricane.
All honor to the charge they made!
All glory to the men who stayed
That fearless charge, with a fearless stand
For Freedom and their native land!
We praise them with our mingled cheers,
All glory to the men who stayed
That fearless charge, with a fearless stand
For Freedom and their native land!
We praise them with our mingled cheers,
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