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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420207" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Copse of Trees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We started out like Armistead<br>from the shelter of the trees.<br>The wind whipped by like a Fusillade, <br>the high grass at our knees..<br> <br> <br>The wind blew cold that autumn day<br>As we started up the rise-<br>The prospect of the copse of trees<br>Before us was the prize.<br> <br> <br>The flower of Virginia once<br>Paraded where we stepped<br>Until the double canister<br>Decimated those still left<br> <br>Our force of two, no longer young<br>Stumbled up the hill<br>Numb with cold and short of breath<br>Proceeding forth on will.<br> <br>No enfilading fire now<br>From the ghosts behind stone walls<br>Just wood post fences six feet high<br>Might our progress stall..<br> <br>Brave Dick Gannett was unhorsed<br>Upon this very spot<br>Kemper, wounded mortally, <br>Was retrieved from shell and shot<br> <br> <br>We made it past the final fence <br>And up the grassy knoll<br>Defiant in the cannons mouth<br>(They’re unloaded, so we’re bold) <br> <br>We passed the stone that marks the spot<br>Where Armistead left life<br>Where Rebel forces crested<br>Like the storm wave at its height.<br> <br> <br>The blue bellies yelled Fredericksburg<br>As the Crimson tide retraced<br>Half in Anger, Half in relief<br>that the challenge had been faced.<br> <br> <br>The hill before the copse of trees<br>Pocked with the dead and dying<br>While the remnants of Picketts men<br>Towards Longstreets line were filing<br> <br> <br>The victors and the vanquished both<br>long since have passed away.<br>And left mute stones and monuments<br>to mark brave deeds that day.<br> <br> <br>And we, the heirs of Union, stand.<br>Upon the very spot<br>That marks the high tide of the South<br>- what might have been was not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q>
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The wind whipped by like a Fusillade, 
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The wind blew cold that autumn day
As we started up the rise-
The prospect of the copse of trees
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