Chapter 54 No.54

The day of Gettysburg had set;

The smoke had drifted from the scene,

And burnished sword and bayonet

Lay rusting where, but yestere'en,

They dropped with life-blood red and wet!

The swift invader had retraced

His march, and left his fallen braves,

Covered at night in voiceless haste,

To, sleep, in memorable graves,

But kn