The Muster

[17]
Suggested by the Two Days' Review at Washington
(May, 1865.)


The Abrahamic river -
Patriarch of floods,
Calls the roll of all his streams
And watery mutitudes:
Torrent cries to torrent,
The rapids hail the fall;
With shouts the inland freshets
Gather to the call.

The quotas of the Nation,
Like the water-shed of waves,
Muster into union -
Eastern warriors, Western braves.

Martial strains are mingling,
Though distant far the bands,
And the wheeling of the squadrons
Is like surf upon the sands.

The bladed guns are gleaming -
Drift in lengthened trim,
Files on files for hazy miles -
Nebulously dim.

O Milky Way of armies -
Star rising after star,
New banners of the Commonwealths,
And eagles of the War.

The Abrahamic river
To sea-wide fullness fed,
Pouring from the thaw-lands
By the God of floods is led:
His deep enforcing current
The streams of ocean own,
And Europe's marge is evened
By rills from Kansas lone.

17. According to a report of the Secretary of War, there were on the first day of March, 1865, 965,000 men on the army pay-rolls. Of these, some 200,000 - artillery, cavalry, and infantry - made up from the larger portion of the veterans of Grant and Sherman, marched by the President. The total number of Union troops enlisted during the war was 2,668,000.

Herman Melville

Herman Melville was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet of the American Renaissance period. His most famous work, Moby-Dick, was published in 1851 and initially was not a commercial success. Melville's writing draws on his experiences at sea, philosophical musings, and criticisms of society. While he died in relative obscurity, his reputation grew significantly in the 20th century, and he is now considered one of America’s greatest writers. Melville’s other works include Typee, White-Jacket, and Billy Budd.

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Not Kenesaw high-arching,
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They launched the sword again.
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Did all the lets and bars appear
To every just or larger end,
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So strong to suffer, shall we be
Weak to contend, and break
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From frozen Maine they come,
Far Minnesota too;
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[5]
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Down at her feet her shawm she threw,
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For Pharaoh's standed crew.
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The witness that is man's at birth;
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Each plea and subterfuge of earth;
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