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Bivouac of the Dead

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Chattanooga National Cemetery, Jan. 2008. Bivouac of the Dead Theodore O'Hara - 1847 The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on Life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents to spread, And glory guards, with solemn round The bivouac of the dead. No rumor of the foe's advance Now swells upon the wind; Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts Of loved ones left behind; No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dreams alarms; No braying horn or screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms. Their shriveled swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed, Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed Are free from anguish now. The neighing troop, the flashing blade, The bugle's stirring blast, The charge, the dreadful cannonade, The din and shout, are past; Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal Shall thrill with fierce delight Those breasts that nevermore may feel The rapture of the fight. Like the fierce Northern hurricane That sweeps the great plateau, Flushed with triumph, yet to gain, Come down the serried foe, Who heard the thunder of the fray Break o'er the field beneath, Knew the watchword of the day Was "Victory or death!" Long had the doubtful conflict raged O'er all that stricken plain, For never fiercer fight had waged The vengeful blood of Spain; And still the storm of battle blew, Still swelled the glory tide; Not long, our stout old Chieftain knew, Such odds his strength could bide. Twas in that hour his stern command Called to a martyr's grave The flower of his beloved land, The nation's flag to save. By rivers of their father's gore His first-born laurels grew, And well he deemed the sons would pour Their lives for glory too. For many a mother's breath has swept O'er Angostura's plain -- And long the pitying sky has wept Above its moldered slain. The raven's scream, or eagle's flight, Or shepherd's pensive lay, Alone awakes each sullen height That frowned o'er that dread fray. Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground Ye must not slumber there, Where stranger steps and tongues resound Along the heedless air. Your own proud land's heroic soil Shall be your fitter grave; She claims from war his richest spoil -- The ashes of her brave. Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest, Far from the gory field, Borne to a Spartan mother's breast On many a bloody shield; The sunshine of their native sky Smiles sadly on them here, And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes sepulcher. Rest on embalmed and sainted dead! Dear as the blood ye gave; No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave; Nor shall your glory be forgot While Fame her record keeps, For honor points the hallowed spot Where valor proudly sleeps. Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell, When many a vanquished ago has flown, The story how ye fell; Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, Nor time's remorseless doom, Can dim one ray of glory's light That gilds your deathless tomb.

Comments (7)


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GBCalls

7:55AM | Sun, 24 May 2009

Photo well fitted to the poem. Excellent

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InfiniteMoon

9:00AM | Sun, 24 May 2009

This is beautiful Sis!

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timtripp

9:10AM | Sun, 24 May 2009

.

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elfin12u

10:30AM | Sun, 24 May 2009

Very nice tribute to our fallen heroes!

shipmanjonathan

12:23PM | Sun, 24 May 2009

Outstanding! I like this!

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Buffalo1

11:57AM | Mon, 25 May 2009

Another fine tribute to our servicemen and women. When I go out to Jefferson Barracks Cemetary I like to think of all the old solders sitting around the campfire on "Fiddler's Green" swapping stories (or lies) and having a grand time. I've never seen this poem before. Thanks for including it.

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GhostBear1890

12:27PM | Mon, 25 May 2009

Buffalo1, that is a wonderful way to think of them. The poem is Bivouac of the Dead by Theodore O'Hara, written in 1847 and dedicated to the Kentuckians lost in the Mexican-American War. It is on placards in Arlington and other National Cemeteries.


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