Arms reversed and banners creped — Muffled drums; Snowy horses sable-draped — McPherson comes. But, tell us, shall we know him more, Lost-Mountain and lone Kenesaw? Brave the sword upon the pall — A gleam in gloom; So a bright name lighteth all McPherson`s doom. Bear him through the chapel-door — Let priest in stole Pace before the warrior Who led. Bell —toll! Lay him down within the nave, The lesson read — Man is noble, man is brave, But man`s — a weed. Take him up again and wend Graveward, nor weep: There`s a trumpet that shall rend This Soldier`s sleep. Pass the ropes the coffin round, And let descend; Prayer and volley — let it sound McPherson`s end. True fame is his, for life is o`er — Sarpedon of the mighty war.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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