Poem about the Battle of
by Thomas Washington Danner
- On the ninth of April sixty five,
- Long remembered be the day.
- In range of Blakely's batteries,
- General Canby's forces lay.
- They had waded sloughs and marshes,
- Marched over concealed torpedoes,
- This proximity to gain.
- For here with in their stronghold,
- Dreading an open field,
- Had convened Dick Taylor's forces,
- To keep us from Mobile.
- He had tried their works with light guns,
- But of these they did make aport,
- Saying with such it would take five years
- And six months to take their fort.
- Our good General not wishing
- To beseige their works so long
- Gave orders that assault be made
- and carry them bystorm.
- Evening come on - - - At half past five
- Was the appointed time
- Our reserves were then moved to the front,
- And formed in battle line.
- Our artillery opened on their works,
- Their vertue thought to try,
- When they opened their embrasures,
- And gave us a reply,
- Dropping shot and shell around
- Cutting branches over our heads,
- While their leaden thick
- On deadly earrands sped.
- Our skirmishes along the line,
- Engaged them - - - - - Meanwhile
- Our outward line was forming,
- Preparing for the trial,
- Our batteries then opened,
- Using guns both large and small,
- And command was given around the line,
- Battallion's, Foward: Charge:
- O, it was a glorious sight to see,
- The gallantry displayed,
- Along the lines of Union Forces,
- When that fearful charge was made.
- Dashing foward, over obstructs,
- Breasting a murderous fire,
- From which troops less determined,
- In confusion would retire.
- Onward rushing to the muzzles,
- Of Huge death-dealing guns,
- Each vieing to be foremost,
- And cheering as they run.
- Mounting the rebel ramparts,
- With shouts that rend the air,
- And plant the "Emblem of the Free,"
- Our glorious colors there.
- Three thousand southern soldiers,
- And many heavy guns,
- Are trophies of the victory,
- Which this day has been won,
- But these first fruits of our conquest,
- Many never lived to see,
- They perished in the conflict,
- Peace to their memory be.
- A tear will glisten in the eye,
- When comrades shall recite,
- The story of the struggle,
- How the men did bravely fight,
- Eighth Illinois: Brave Regiment,
- Lost heavely today,
- Being deployed to be skirmishers,
- They were foremost in the fray.
- The Eleventh behaved gallantly,
- As is their wont to do,
- They understand the business.
- Of putting rebels through.
- The colors of the Old Forty-sixth
- Bore on despite the balls
- Were among the first that floated,
- Triumphant, over the walls.
- Nine brave men of the seventy-sixth,
- Dead on one spot did lay,
- The Eighty-third, Ohio,
- Had two flag staffs shot away,
- The Twentieth Iowa, luckly,
- Lost not a single man,
- Though early on the rebel works,
- Their colors took a stand.
- Of other troops I cannot speak,
- Yet know they all fought well,
- The story of their valor,
- Future history will tell,
- How at Blakely, under Andrews,
- Carr, Veatch, Gerrand, Hawkins, Steele,
- They won a victory which gave to them,
- The city of Mobile.
- How upon the twelfth they crossed the bay,
- Took possession of the town,
- And into quite a camp life
- They once more settled down.
- Here we leave them - - but I fear,
- That eyes of softest hue
- Will do what southern armed men
- Have essayed in vain to do
- And many, many a northern maid
- May yet deep anguish feel
- Should her lover fall a victim
- To some fair Rebel in Mobile.
My great great grandpa, Thomas Washington Danner, wrote this poem during
the Civil War. I believe that he served in Company G in the 29th Infantry,
but I am not for sure.
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