"But reach me out your hand:
We two will kneel at the Lord Christ's knee,
And he that was hanged on the cruel tree
Will remember and understand.

"We two will pray at the Lord Christ's knee
That never on earth again
The breath of the hot brute guns shall cloud
The sight in the eyes of men!"

The clean stars came into the sky,
The perfect night was still;
Yet rose to heaven the old blood-cry
From the blockhouse under the hill.


NIGHT AT GETTYSBURG: DON C. SEITZ

By day Golgotha sleeps, but when night comes
The army rallies to the beating drums;
Columns are formed and banners wave
O'er armies summoned from the grave.

The wheat field waves with reddened grain
And the wounded wail and writhe in pain.
The hard-held Bloody Angle drips anew
And Pickett charges with a ghostly crew,

While where the road to the village turns
Stands the tall shadow of old John Burns!