The Hive at Gettysburg

The Hive at Gettysburg

This poem describes the Battle of Gettysburg from a Union perspective. It portrays the Confederate army as a swarm of insects, emphasizing their overwhelming numbers and ferocity. The poem also highlights the bravery and sacrifice of the Union soldiers who fought against them.

By John Greenleaf Whittier · First published 1867 · Genre: Poetry, Historical, Allegory · 239 words

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IN the old Hebrew myth the lion's frame, So terrible alive, Bleached by the desert's sun and wind, became The wandering wild bees' hive; And he who, lone and naked-handed, tore Those jaws of death apart, In after time drew forth their honeyed store To strengthen his strong heart.

Dead seemed the legend: but it only slept To wake beneath our sky; Just on the spot whence ravening Treason crept Back to its lair to die, Bleeding and torn from Freedom's mountain bounds, A stained and shattered drum Is now the hive where, on their flowery rounds, The wild bees go and come.

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American Civil War · Historical Fiction · Poetry · Battlefield · War Literature · Gettysburg Address · Patriotism · Nationalism · Union Army · Confederate States · Battle of Gettysburg · Literary Nonfiction

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