WINDS that sweep the southern mountains, And the leafy river shore, Bear ye now a prouder burden Than ye ever learned before! And the heart blood fills The heart, till it thrills At the story Of the terror and the glory Of this battle of the Allatoona hills! Echo it from the purple mountain To the gray resounding shore! 'T is as sad and proud a burden As ye ever learned before. How they fell like grass When the mowers pass! And the dying, When the foe were flying, Swelled the cheering of the heroes of the pass. Sweep it o'er the hills of Georgia, To the mountains of the north! Teach the coward and the doubter What the blood of man is worth! Toss the flags as ye pass! Let their stained and tattered mass Tell the story Of the terror and the glory Of the battle of the Allatoona Pass! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE RIVER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS by JAMES BEATTIE PSALM 144 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND |