From “The Southland’s Charms and Freedom’s Magnitude” (13)

                                                       13 

I stood where the contending armies bled— 
         A hundred thousand men on either side.
The past returned. Around me rose the dead,
         The brazen bugles rang out far and wide;
The clouds of thund’rous battle round me spread 
         O’er lurid fields, where mighty chiefs did ride,
And ranks of serried steel swung into sight,
Flashing afar—an army in its might.