Battle-Flags Of Illinois Poem by Harriet Monroe

Battle-Flags Of Illinois

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Through the red dusk of war they flew
From Shiloh to the sea.
Black fumes from shattered bolts that blew
Withered the colors three,
And crimson rains made sombre stains.

For every flag a grave—yes, more—
For each a score of graves.
Crossed are the heroes' hands that bore,
No wind the furled folds waves.
Sweet be their rest, by soft peace blest.

Is there no end? What mighty host
Of spirits ranged for war
The signal of the Holy Ghost
Shall summon hence afar!
Vast armies wait in solemn state.

Where valor fights for freedom—there,
Till the last slave is free,
These ragged flags will float in air,
There will our heroes be.
And shall we dare fight with them there?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 27 January 2016

I wonder what she would think if she was told that in the year 2016 freedom from prejudice had not yet been achieved although we are creeping closer- - - - Where valor fights for freedom—there, Till the last slave is free, These ragged flags will float in air, There will our heroes be.

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