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Michigan in the Civil War
SEVENTEENTH REGIMENT INFANTRY
Back driven from their firm stockades,
They rush with hideous groan, And rally with redoubled strength,
Behind a wall of stone. On comes the line of Michigan, —
With bristling bayonets all; — Three volleys and a charge! Great God
It clearly scales the wall.
They rally yet, —and yet again—
Fiendish mid reeking blood! Nor rebel steel nor walls of stone
Can check the loyal flood; — But just as o'er that mountain top,
Reflects the setting sun, Our victor shouts sent heavenward
Proclaim the Battle won.
Civil War
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