James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
August 30Our Left
By Francis O. Ticknor (18221874)
F
That long midsummer day,
While fierce and fast
The battle blast
Swept rank on rank away.
With legions torn and cleft;
And still the wide
Black battle tide
Poured deadlier on “Our Left.”
They dressed each shattered rank;
They knew—how well—
That freedom fell
With that exhausted flank.
Like these that melt away!”
And down they came,
With steel and flame,
Four thousand to the fray!
Their lightening path they cleft;
And triumph came
With deathless fame
To our unconquered “Left.”
Ye of your dead bereft—
Honor the brave
Who died to save
Your all upon “Our Left.”