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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889


By Francis Fisher Browne (1843–1913)

NOT by the ball or brand

Sped by a mortal hand,

Not by the lightning stroke

When fiery tempests broke,—

Not mid the ranks of war

Fell the great Conqueror.

Unmoved, undismayed,

In the crash and carnage of the cannonade,—

Eye that dimmed not, hand that failed not,

Brain that swerved not, heart that quailed not,

Steel nerve, iron form,—

The dauntless spirit that o’erruled the storm.

While the Hero peaceful slept

A foeman to his chamber crept,

Lightly to the slumberer came,

Touched his brow and breathed his name:

O’er the stricken form there passed

Suddenly an icy blast.

The Hero woke: rose undismayed:

Saluted Death, and sheathed his blade.

The Conqueror of a hundred fields

To a mightier Conqueror yields;

No mortal foeman’s blow

Laid the great Soldier low:

Victor in his latest breath—

Vanquished but by Death.