War Stanzas

Stanza 1865 Where the reeds and rushes grow Where the forest dims the light, How the brave lads charge forth, How the valient fight! Order in disorder sways, Close up on the right, The lame and walking wounded With gaping holes of fright. Raise the banner proudly, Fair glory to be gained: Boyhood friends are stumbling, Brooding o'er their pain. They cry out to God their Maker, Their heads help down in swoons, While officers are shouting, Maneuvering for room. The battle lines enmeshed, embraced As the bankers watch the doom.