| | “Order A. P. Hill to prepare for battle.” |
| “Tell Major Hawks to advance the Commissary train.” |
| “Let us cross the river and rest in the shade.” |
THE STARS of Night contain the glittering Day | |
| And rain his glory down with sweeter grace | |
| Upon the dark World’s grand, enchanted face— | |
| All loth to turn away. | |
| And so the Day, about to yield his breath, | 5 |
| Utters the stars unto the listening Night, | |
| To stand for burning fare-thee-wells of light | |
| Said on the verge of death. | |
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| O hero-life that lit us like the sun! | |
| O hero-words that glittered like the stars | 10 |
| And stood and shone above the gloomy wars | |
| When the hero-life was done! | |
| The phantoms of a battle came to dwell | |
| I’ the fitful vision of his dying eyes— | |
| Yet even in battle-dreams, he sends supplies | 15 |
| To those he loved so well. | |
| His army stands in battle-line arrayed; | |
| His couriers fly: all’s done: now God decide! | |
| —And not till then saw he the Other Side | |
| Or would accept the shade. | 20 |
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| Thou Land whose sun is gone, thy stars remain! | |
| Still shine the words that miniature his deeds. | |
| O thrice-beloved, where’er thy great heart bleeds, | |
| Solace hast thou for pain! | |
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