As billows upon billows roll, On victory victory breaks; Ere yet seven days from Richmond's fall And crowning triumph wakes The loud joy-gun, whose thunders run By sea-shore, streams, and lakes. The hope and great event agree In the sword that Grant received from Lee. The warring eagles fold the wing, But not in Caesar's sway; Not Rome o'ercome by Roman arms we sing, As on Pharsalia's day, But Treason thrown, though a giant grown, And Freedom's larger play. All human tribes glad token see In the close of the wars of Grant and Lee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PRECIOUS WORDS by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON BY THE SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON |