It seemed a ghostly army Had passed him as he slept: Was that whose magic wove The spell that hushed their voices— Deepest reverence and love. 1866. CAVALRY-SONG (BY ELBRIDGE J. CUTLER) The squadron is forming, the war-bugles play: No breeze shakes the blossoms or tosses the grain, 50 5 Lo, dim in the starlight their white tents appear! Now fall on the Rebel-a tempest of flame! 10 Strike down the false banner whose triumph were shame! Hurrah, sheathe your swords! the carnage is done. Up, up with the stars! we have won! we have won! SHERIDAN'S RIDE (BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ) Up from the south, at break of day, 15 1864. Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble and rumble and roar, 5 Telling the battle was on once more, And wider still those billows of war As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray, ΙΟ But there is a road from Winchester town, 15 A good broad highway leading down; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night 20 He stretched away with his utmost speed; Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering south, 25 Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, The heart of the steed and the heart of the master 30 Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet the road 35 And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on with his wild eye full of fire. But lo, he is nearing his heart's desire; He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, 40 The first that the general saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops, 4.5 He dashed down the line 'mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye and the red nostril's play He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan, all the way From Winchester, down to save the day!" Hurrah, hurrah, for Sheridan! Hurrah, hurrah, for horse and man! By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester, twenty miles away!" 50 55 60 1865. THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG (BY WILL HENRY THOMPSON) Reprinted from The Century Magazine, with the permission of the author The gathering battle's smoky shield: And through the cloud some horsemen dashed, Then at the brief command of Lee EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN HOW OLD BROWN TOOK HARPER'S FERRY Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, in the night: Osawatomie Brown, Came homeward in the morning-to find his house burned down. 5 |