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Not Kenesaw high-arching, / Nor Allatoona's glen -- / Though there the graves lie parching -- / Stayed Sherman's miles of men; / From charred Atlanta marching / They launched the sword again. / The columns streamed like rivers / Which in their course agree, / And they streamed until their flashing / Met the flashing of the sea: / It was glorious glad marching, / That marching to the sea.
They brushed the foe before them / (Shall gnats impede the bull? ); / Their own good bridges bore them / Over swamps or torrents full, / And the grand pines waving o'er them / Bowed to axes keen and cool. / The columns grooved their channels. / Enforced their own decree, / And their power met nothing larger / Until it met the sea: / It was glorious glad marching, / A marching glad and free.