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A Dirge for McPherson,[13]

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# A Dirge for McPherson,[13] ## Overview "A Dirge for McPherson,[13]" is a poem that appears as a segment within a larger collection. It was extracted from the file `battle_pieces_and_aspects_of_the_war.txt` and is part of the "Melville Complete Works" collection. The poem is dated July 1864 and commemorates McPherson, who was killed in front of Atlanta. ## Context This poem is included in the collection "[Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War.](arke:01KG8AJ6FNQ0XKWBY52P8DRPC9)", a work by Herman Melville. The collection was extracted from the file "[battle_pieces_and_aspects_of_the_war.txt](arke:01KG89J1G8S4TRWXNCBRKCRKS8)" and is part of the broader "[Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW)" collection. This specific poem follows "[The Eagle of the Blue.[12]](arke:01KG8AJNC7Q1G8RJSW9Q18QAW7)" and precedes "[At the Cannon’s Mouth.](arke:01KG8AJNCEX4VV3K5MRD445X1V)". ## Contents The poem is a lament for General James Birdseye McPherson, a Union Army officer killed during the Battle of Atlanta in July 1864. The verses describe military funeral rites, including reversed arms, muffled drums, and a procession to the grave. It reflects on the transient nature of human life ("Man is noble, man is brave, / But man’s--a weed") and the enduring nature of fame, likening McPherson to Sarpedon, a hero from Homer's *Iliad*.
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A Dirge for McPherson,[13]
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A Dirge for McPherson,[13] Killed in front of Atlanta. (July, 1864.) Arms reversed and banners craped-- Muffled drums; Snowy horses sable-draped-- McPherson comes. _But, tell us, shall we know him more, Lost-Mountain and lone Kenesaw?_ Brave the sword upon the pall-- A gleam in gloom; So a bright name lighteth all McPherson’s doom. Bear him through the chapel-door-- Let priest in stole Pace before the warrior Who led. Bell--toll! Lay him down within the nave, The Lesson read-- Man is noble, man is brave, But man’s--a weed. Take him up again and wend Graveward, nor weep: There’s a trumpet that shall rend This Soldier’s sleep. Pass the ropes the coffin round, And let descend; Prayer and volley--let it sound McPherson’s end. _True fame is his, for life is o’er-- Sarpedon of the mighty war._
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A Dirge for McPherson,[13]

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