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EN the soft breath of Spring goes
Far o'er the mountains of the North,
How soon those wastes of dazzling
With life, and bloom, and beauty glow

NT are the cedar-boughs stretching green and level,
Feasting-halls where waxwings flit at their spicy revel,
But O the pine, the questing pine, that flings its arms on
To search the secret of the sun and escalade the sky

Army of Northern Virginia, army of legend,
Who were your captains that you could trust them so surely
Who were your battle-flags
Call the shapes from the mist,