Oh, glorious courage that inspires the hero, and runs through all his men!
The heart that failed beside the Rappahannock, it was itself again!
The star that circumstance and jealous faction shrouded in envious night
Here shone with all the splendor of its nature, and with a freer light!
Hark, hark! there go the well-known crashing volleys, the long-continued roar
That swells and falls, but never ceases wholly until the fight is o'er.
Up towards the crystal gates of heaven ascending, the mortal tempest beat,
As if they sought to try their cause together before God's very feet.
We saw our troops had gained a footing almost beneath the topmost ledge,
And back and forth the rival lines went surging upon the dizzy edge.
We saw, sometimes, our men fall backward slowly, and groaned in our despair;
Or cheered when now and then a stricken rebel plunged out in open air,
Down, down, a thousand empty fathoms dropping,—his God alone knows where!
At eve thick haze upon the mountain gathered, with rising smoke stained black,
And not a glimpse of the contending armies shone through the swirling rack.
Night fell o'er all; but still they flashed their lightnings and rolled their thunders loud,
Though no man knew upon which side was going that battle in the cloud.
Night—what a night!—of anxious thought and wonder, but still no tidings came
From the bare summit of the trembling mountain, still wrapped in mist and flame.
But towards the sleepless dawn, stillness, more dreadful than the fierce sound of war,
Settled o'er Nature, as if she stood breathless before the morning star.
As the sun rose, dense clouds of smoky vapor boiled from the valley's deeps,
Dragging their torn and ragged edges slowly up through the tree-clad steeps;
And rose and rose, till Lookout, like a vision, above us grandly stood,
And over his bleak crags and storm-blanched headlands burst the warm golden flood.
Thousands of eyes were fixed upon the mountain, and thousands held their breath,
And the vast army, in the valley watching, seemed touched with sudden death.
High o'er us soared great Lookout, robed in purple, a glory on his face,
A human meaning in his hard, calm features, beneath that heavenly grace.
[Out on a crag walked something]—what? an eagle, that treads yon giddy height?
Surely no man! but still he clambered forward into the full, rich light.
Then up he started, with a sudden motion, and from the blazing crag
Flung to the morning breeze and sunny radiance the dear old starry flag!
Ah! then what followed? Scarred and war-worn soldiers, like girls, flushed through their tan,
And down the thousand wrinkles of the battles a thousand tear-drops ran.
Men seized each other in returned embraces, and sobbed for very love;
A spirit, which made all that moment brothers, seemed falling from above.
And as we gazed, around the mountain's summit our glittering files appeared,
Into the rebel works we saw them moving; and we—we cheered, we cheered!
And they above waved all their flags before us, and joined our frantic shout,
Standing, like demigods, in light and triumph upon their own Lookout!