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Michigan in the Civil War
SEVENTEENTH REGIMENT INFANTRY
The smoke of those cannon that quiver the world__
Those traitorous cannon! Their air-rending shells, With echoing voice a monody swells In dirges forlorn. With demon-like sound They crash in the air or recoil to the ground.
At length the voice of Withington
Makes every heart enlarge. Up-springing at the welcome word,
We rally for the " Charge. " Sudden from right to left arose
A wild, unearthly yell, As on the foremost rebel line,
Like maddened wolves we fell.
Civil War
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