We'll dictate our own terms on the broad fields of Penn l Gloom sits on the nation's heart; Gloom pervades the crowded mart Far from valley, hill and plain, Hope and joy have winged amain. This is not the pang that thrills, When we face the thousand ills, War engenders - not the grief Tears express, when no relief.
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A poem of the battle of Gettysburg originally published in 1866. Written long before any revisionist history, General Robert E. Lee is described as such:
Who has turned his good sword 'gainst his country at need, Who struck at the hand that first taught him to lead, Who has forfeited honor, to soldier so dear, By deserting his flag when the trial drew near.
Of Lee's Army Mr. Baker writes:
With oppression familiar, in arrogance strong, They are marshaled the champions of slav'ry and wrong.