English poem
On the Men of Maine killed in the Victory of Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Afar they fell. It was the zone Of fig and orange, cane and lime (A land how all unlike their own, With the cold pine-grove overgrown), But still their Country's clime. And there in youth they died for her— 3The Volunteers, For her went up their dying prayers: So vast the Nation, yet so strong the tie. What doubt shall come, then, to deter The Republic's earnest faith and courage high.
More by Herman Melville
- On a Natural Monument in a field of Georgia.
- On Sherman's Men who fell in the Assault of Kenesaw Mountain, Georgia.
- On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia
- On the Home Guards who perished in the Defense of Lexington, Missouri.
- On The Photograph Of A Corps Commander
- On The Slain At Chickamauga
- On The Slain Collegians
- Pebbles