Excerpt from PoemsTo The Veterans.Ye comrades of a bloody strifeWho fought to save a nation's life, Who fought where Grant and Sherman led, Who faced the rebel storm of lead, With Thomas in the van, While Memory still retains her seat, Each breast will warm while you repeat, Yea, while this mortal coil shall last, You'll love to tell through what you've passedAnd victories you have won.On stern Lookout you faced the foe, The vale all stained with blood below.Amidst the din and dreadful frayYou won a glorious victory, Snatched from the rebel band.On Chickamauga's bloody fieldA stubborn foe was forced to yield.When powder failed, and short of lead, No other chance or choice you hadBut use the naked brand.At Pittsbur Landing's bloody fightFrom early morn 'til late at night, First day's battle ne'er won or lostFor valor met a valiant host.The sun went down in gloom.Nor ceased the dreadful carnage there.Death's thunder shook the midnight air.The morn! The dreadful morning came, The vantage ground you must regain'Though death each hero's doom.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.