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THE BATTLE FOR THE MISSISSIPPI (APRIL, 1862) by HERMAN MELVILLE

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First Line: WHEN ISRAEL CAMPED BY MIGDOL HOAR,
Last Line: WHO NOBLY YIELD THEIR LIVES IN THIS.
Subject(s): AMERICAN CIVIL WAR; U.S. - HISTORY;

When Israel camped by Migdol hoar,
Down at her feet her shawm she threw,
But Moses sung and timbrels rung
For Pharaoh's stranded crew.
So God appears in apt events --
The Lord is a man of war!
So the strong wing to the muse is given
In victory's roar.

Deep be the ode that hymns the fleet --
The fight by night -- the fray
Which bore our Flag against the powerful stream,
And led it up to day.
Dully through din of larger strife
Shall bay that warring gun;
But none the less to us who live
It peals -- an echoing one.

The shock of ships, the jar of walls,
The rush through thick and thin --
The flaring fire-rafts, glare and gloom --
Eddies, and shells that spin --
The boom-chain burst, the hulks dislodged,
The jam of gun-boats driven,
Or fired, or sunk -- made up a war
Like Michael's waged with leven.

The manned Varuna stemmed and quelled
The odds which hard beset;
The oaken flag-ship, half ablaze,
Passed on and thundered yet;
While foundering, gloomed in grimy flame,
The Ram Manassas -- hark the yell! --
Plunged, and was gone; in joy or fright,
The River gave a startled swell.

They fought through lurid dark till dawn;
The war-smoke rolled away
With clouds of night, and showed the fleet
In scarred yet firm array,
Above the forts, above the drift
Of wrecks which strife had made;
And Farragut sailed up to the town
An anchored -- sheathed the blade.

The moody broadsides, brooding deep,
Hold the lewd mob at bay,
While o'er the armed decks' solemn aisles
The meek church-pennons play;
By shotted guns the sailors stand,
With foreheads bound or bare;
The captains and the conquering crews
Humble their pride in prayer.

They pray; and after victory, prayer
Is meet for men who mourn their slain;
The living shall unmoor and sail,
But Death's dark anchor secret deeps detain.
Yet Glory slants her shaft of rays
Far through the undisturbed abyss;
There must be other, nobler worlds for them
Who nobly yield their lives in this.



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