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Portrait of Herman Melville Herman Melville Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War

Till scared perchange by Mosby’s prowling men,
Who ride in the rear of doom.
Far West, and farther South,
Wherever the sword has been,
Deserted camps are met,
And desert graves are seen.
The livelong night they ford the flood;
With guns held high they silent press,
Till shimmers the grass in their bayonets’ sheen—
On Morning’s banks their ranks they dress;
Then by the forests lightly wind,
Whose waving boughs the pennons seem to bless,
Borne by the cavalry scouting on—
Sounding the Wilderness.
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Portrait of Herman Melville Herman Melville Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War

The Pleiads, as from ambush sly,
Peep out—Mosby’s men in the sky!
As restive they turn, how sore they feel,
And cross, and sleepy, and full of spleen,
And curse the war. “Fools, North and South”
Said one right out. “O for a bed!
O now to drop in this woodland green”
He drops as the syllables leave his mouth—
Mosby speaks from the undergrowth—
Speaks in a volley!
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Portrait of Herman Melville Herman Melville Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War

Effective benignity, like the Nile, is not narrow in its bounty, and true policy is always broad. To be sure, it is vain to seek to glide, with moulded words, over the difficulties of the situation. And for them who are neither partisans, nor enthusiasts, nor theorists, nor cynics, there are some doubts not readily to be solved. And there are fears. Why is not the cessation of war now at length attended with the settled calm of peace? Wherefore in a clear sky do we still turn our eyes toward the South, as the Neapolitan, months after the eruption, turns his toward Vesuvius?
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