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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79.

Southern States: Bethel, Va.

Bethel

By Augustine Joseph Hickey Duganne (1823–1884)

WE mustered at midnight, in darkness we formed,

And the whisper went round of a fort to be stormed;

But no drum-beat had called us, no trumpet we heard,

And no voice of command, but our Colonel’s low word,—

“Column! Forward!”

And out, through the mist and the murk of the morn,

From the beaches of Hampton our barges were borne;

And we heard not a sound, save the sweep of the oar,

Till the word of our Colonel came up from the shore,—

“Column! Forward!”

With hearts bounding bravely, and eyes all alight,

As ye dance to soft music, so trod we that night;

Through the aisles of the greenwood, with vines overarched,

Tossing dew-drops, like gems, from our feet, as we marched,—

“Column! Forward!”

As ye dance with the damsels, to viol and flute,

So we skipped from the shadows, and mocked their pursuit;

But the soft zephyrs chased us, with scents of the morn,

As we passed by the hay-fields and green waving corn,—

“Column! Forward!”

For the leaves were all laden with fragrance of June,

And the flowers and the foliage with sweets were in tune;

And the air was so calm, and the forest so dumb,

That we heard our own heart-beats, like taps of a drum,—

“Column! Forward!”

Till the lull of the lowlands was stirred by a breeze,

And the buskins of Morn brushed the tops of the trees,

And the glintings of glory that slid from her track

By the sheen of our rifles were gayly flung back,—

“Column! Forward!”

And the woodlands grew purple with sunshiny mist,

And the blue-crested hill-tops with rose-light were kissed,

And the earth gave her prayers to the sun in perfumes,

Till we marched as through gardens, and trampled on blooms,—

“Column! Forward!”

Ay! trampled on blossoms, and seared the sweet breath

Of the greenwood with low-brooding vapors of death;

O’er the flowers and the corn we were borne like a blast,

And away to the fore-front of battle we passed,—

“Column! Forward!”

For the cannon’s hoarse thunder roared out from the glades,

And the sun was like lightning on banners and blades,

When the long line of chanting Zouaves, like a flood,

From the green of the woodlands rolled, crimson as blood,—

“Column! Forward!”

While the sound of their song, like the surge of the seas,

With the “Star-Spangled Banner” swelled over the leas;

And the sword of Duryea, like a torch, led the way,

Bearing down on the batteries of Bethel that day,—

“Column! Forward!”

Through green-tasselled cornfields our columns were thrown,

And like corn by the red scythe of fire we were mown;

While the cannon’s fierce ploughings new-furrowed the plain,

That our blood might be planted for Liberty’s grain,—

“Column! Forward!”