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RACE OF VETERANS.

RACE of veterans- -race of victors!
Race of the soil, ready for conflict

race of the conquering march ! (No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race,) Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself, Race of passion and the storm.

WORLD TAKE GOOD NOTICE.

WORLD take good notice, silver stars fading,
Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching,
Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning,
Scarlet, significant, hands off warning,

Now and henceforth flaunt from these shores.

O TAN-FACED PRAIRIE-BOY.

O TAN-FACED prairie-boy,

Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift,

Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among

the recruits,

You came, taciturn, with nothing to give - we but look'd on each

other,

When lo! more than all the gifts of the world you gave me.

LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON.

Look down fair moon and bathe this scene,

Pour softly down night's nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple,

On the dead on their backs with arms toss'd wide,

Pour down your unstinted nimbus sacred moon.

RECONCILIATION.

WORD Over all, beautiful as the sky,

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world;

For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,

I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin -I draw

near,

Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.

HOW SOLEMN AS ONE BY ONE.

(Washington City, 1865.)

How solemn as one by one,

As the ranks returning worn and sweaty, as the men file by where I stand,

As the faces the masks appear, as I glance at the faces studying the

masks,

(As I glance upward out of this page studying you, dear friend, whoever you are,)

How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks, and to you,

I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul,

O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,

Nor the bayonet stab what you really are;

The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,
Nor the bayonet stab O friend.

AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO.

As I lay with my head in your lap camerado,

The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the open air I resume,

I know I am restless and make others so, ↓

I know my words are weapons full of danger, full of death,

For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle them,

I am more resolute because all have denied me than I could ever have been had all accepted me,

I heed not and have never heeded either experience, cautions, majorities, nor ridicule,

And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me,
And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;
Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and
still urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell'd and defeated.

DELICATE CLUSTER.

DELICATE cluster! flag of teeming life!

Covering all my lands-all my seashores lining!

Flag of death! (how I watch'd you through the smoke of battle pressing!

How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant !)

Flag cerulean- sunny flag, with the orbs of night dappled!
Ah my silvery beauty-ah my woolly white and crimson!
Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

My sacred one, my mother.

TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN.

DID you ask dulcet rhymes from me?

Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes?
Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?

Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to understand nor am I now;

(I have been born of the same as the war was born,

The drum-corps' rattle is ever to me sweet music, I love well the martial dirge,

With slow wail and convulsive throb leading the officer's funeral ;) What to such as you anyhow such a poet as I? therefore leave my

works,

And go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with pianc

tunes,

For I lull nobody, and you will never understand me.

LO, VICTRESS ON THE PEAKS.

Lo, Victress on the peaks,

Where thou with mighty brow regarding the world,

(The world O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee,) Out of its countless beleaguering toils, after thwarting them all, Dominant, with the dazzling sun around thee,

Flauntest now unharm'd in immortal soundness and bloom --lo, in these hours supreme,

No poem proud, I chanting bring to thee, nor mastery's rapturous

verse,

But a cluster containing night's darkness and blood-dripping

wounds,

And psalms of the dead.

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Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering pressing,)

Spirit of many a solemn day and many a savage scene - electric

spirit,

That with muttering voice through the war now closed, like a tireless phantom flitted,

Rousing the land with breath of flame, while you beat and beat the drum,

Now as the sound of the drum, hollow and harsh to the last, reverberates round me,

As your ranks, your immortal ranks, return, return from the battles,
As the muskets of the young men yet lean over their shoulders,
As I look on the bayonets bristling over their shoulders,
As those slanted bayonets, whole forests of them appearing in the
distance, approach and pass on, returning homeward,
Moving with steady motion, swaying to and fro to the right and

left,

Evenly lightly rising and falling while the steps keep time; Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day,

Touch my mouth ere you depart, press my lips close,

Leave me your pulses of rage-bequeath them to me

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fill me!

Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone, Let them identify you to the future in these songs.

ADIEU TO A SOLDIER.

ADIEU O soldier,

You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)

The rapid march, the life of the camp,

The hot contention of opposing fronts, the long manoeuvre,

Red battles with their slaughter, the stimulus, the strong terrific game,

Spell of all brave and manly hearts, the trains of time through you and like of you all fill'd,

With war and war's expression.

Adieu dear comrade,

Your mission is fulfill'd-but I, more warlike,

Myself and this contentious soul of mine,

Still on our own campaigning bound,

Through untried roads with ambushes opponents lined,

Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis, often baffled,
Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out-aye here,
To fiercer, weightier battles give expression.

TURN O LIBERTAD.

TURN O Libertad, for the war is over,

From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, sweeping the world,

Turn from lands retrospective recording proofs of the past,

From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past,

From the chants of the feudal world, the triumphs of kings, slavery,

caste,

Turn to the world, the triumphs reserv'd and to come-give up that backward world,

Leave to the singers of hitherto, give them the trailing past,

But what remains remains for singers for you-wars to come are

for you,

(Lo, how the wars of the past have duly inured to you, and the wars of the present also inure ;)

Then turn, and be not alarm'd O Libertad-turn your undying

face,

To where the future, greater than all the past,

Is swiftly, surely preparing for you.

TO THE LEAVEN'D SOIL THEY TROD.

To the leaven'd soil they trod calling I sing for the last, (Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing, untying the tentropes,)

In the freshness the forenoon air, in the far-stretching circuits and vistas again to peace restored,

To the fiery fields emanative and the endless vistas beyond, to the South and the North,

To the leaven'd soil of the general Western world to attest my

songs,

To the Alleghanian hills and the tireless Mississippi,

To the rocks I calling sing, and all the trees in the woods,

To the plains of the poems of heroes, to the prairies spreading

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