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November 24, 1863 **The Battle of Lookout Mountain** By George Henry Boker

“Give me but two brigades,” said Hooker, frowning at fortified Lookout; “And I’ll engage to sweep yon mountain clear of that mocking rebel rout.” At early morning came an order, hat set the General’s face aglow: “Now,” said he to his staff, “draw out my soldiers! Grant says that I may go.”

Hither and thither dashed each eager Colonel, to join his regiment, While a low rumor of the daring purpose ran on from tent to tent. For the long roll was sounding through the valley, and the keen trumpet’s bray, And the wild laughter of the swarthy veterans, who cried, “We fight to-day!”

The solid tramp of infantry, the rumble of the great jolting gun, The sharp, clear order, and the fierce steeds neighing, “Why’s not the fight begun?” All these plain harbingers of sudden conflict broke on the startled ear; And last arose a sound that made your blood leap, the ringing battle-cheer.

The lower works were carried at one onset; like a vast roaring sea Of steel and fire, our soldiers from the trenches swept out the enemy; And we could see the gray-coats swarming up from the mountain’s leafy base, To join their comrades in the higher fastness,-- for life or death the race!

Then our long line went winding up the moun- tain, in a huge serpent-track, And the slant sun upon it flashed and glim- mered as on a dragon’s back. Higher and higher the column’s head pushed onward, ere the rear the rear moved a man; And soon the skirmish-lines their straggling volleys and single shots began. Then the bald head of Lookout flamed and bellowed, and all its batteries woke, And down the mountain poured the bomb-shells, puffing into our eyes their smoke; And balls and grape-shot rained upon our column, that bore the angry shower As if it were no more than that soft dropping which scarcely stirs the flower.

O, glorious courage that inspires the hero, and runs through all his men! The heart that failed beside theRappahannock, it was itself again! The star that circumstance and jealous faction shrouded in envious night Here shone with all the splendor of its nature, and with a freer light!

Hark, hark! There go the well-known crashing volleys, the long-continued roar That swells and falls, but never ceases wholly until the fight is o’er. Up towards the crystal gates of heaven ascend- ing, the mortal tempest beat, As if they sought to try their cause togther before God’s very feet.

We saw our troops had gained a footing almost beneath the topmost ledge, And back and forth the rival lines went surging upon the dizzy edge. We saw, sometimes, our men fall backward slowly, and groaned in our despair; Or cheered when now and then a stricken rebel plunged out in open air, Down, down, a thousand empty fathoms drop- ping,--his God alone knows where!

At eve thick haze upon the mountain gathered, with rising smoke stained black, And not a glimpse of the contending armies shone through the swirling rack. Night fell o’er all; but still they flashed their lightnings and rolled their thunders loud, Though no man knew upon which side was going that battle in the cloud.

Night—what a night!—of anxious thought and wonder, but still no tidings came From the bare summit of the trembling moun- tain, still wrapped in mist and flame. But towards the sleepless dawn, stillness, more dreadful than the fierce sound of war, Settled o’er Nature, as if she stood breathless before the morning star.

As the sun rose, dense clouds of smoky vapor boiled from the valley’s deeps, Dragging their torn and ragged edges slowly up through the tree-clad steeps; And rose and rose, till Lookout, like a vision, above us grandly stood, And over his bleak crags and storm-blanched headlands burst the warm golden flood.

Thousands of eyes were fixed upon the moun- tain, and thousands held their breath, And the vast army, in the valley watching, seemed touched with sudden death. High o’er us soared great Lookout, robed in purple, a glory on his face, A human meaning in his hard, calm features, beneath that heavenly grace.

Out on a crag walked something—what? An eagle, that treads yon giddy height? Surely no man! But still he clambered forward into the full, rich light. Then up he started, with a sudden motion, and from the blazing crag Flung to the morning breeze and sunny radi- ance the dear old starry flag!

Ah! Then what followed? Scarred and war- worn soldiers, like girls, flushed through their tan, And down the thousand wrinkles of the battles a thousand tear-drops ran. Men seized each other in returned embraces, and sobbed for very love; A spirit, which made all that moment brothers, seemed falling from above.

And as we gazed, around the mountain’s sum- mit our glittering files appeared, Into the rebel works we saw them moving; and we—we cheered, we cheered! And they above waved all their flags before us, and joined our frantic shout, Standing, like demigods, in light and triumph upon their own Lookout!