THE autumn sun rose clear and bright
On mountain-top and town,
And through the hazy morning light
The Rebel horde looked down.
On Lookout's side, in the valley's mist,
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We rose, a loyal band,
From hilly East, from prairie West,
Pride of the Northern land.
We waved our hats in joy and pride,
As morn revealed above,
Against the green of the smooth hillside,
The starry flag we love.
Then Hooker's boys were put in trim
To charge the rocky height,
Where double-shotted cannons grim
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Undergraduate Literary Exercises in Sanders Theatre.
