Explore "The Surrender at Appomattox. (April, 1865.)" by Herman Melville on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
As billows upon billows roll, / On victory victory breaks; / Ere yet seven days from Richmond's fall / And crowning triumph wakes / The loud joy-gun, whose thunders run / By sea-shore, streams, and lakes. / The hope and great event agree / In the sword that Grant received from Lee.
The warring eagles fold the wing, / But not in Cesar's sway; / Not Rome o'ercome by Roman arms we sing, / As on Pharsalia's day, / But Treason thrown, though a giant grown, / And Freedom's larger play. / All human tribes glad token see / In the close of the wars of Grant and Lee.