Chapter 52 No.52

There came at length an eve of gloom-

Dread Gettysburg's eventful eve-

When all the gathering clouds of doom

Hung low, the breathless air to cleave

With scream of shell and cannon-boom!

Man knew too well; and woman felt,

That when the next-wild morn should rise,

A blow of battle would, be dealt

Before whose fire ten thousand