Identifier: cedarcreekpoem00polh (find matches)
Title: Cedar creek: a poem
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Polhamus, William Henry Harrison
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Publisher: Cleveland, O., The Imperial press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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But way down the pike, leading off to our rear,A swift riding horseman is seen to appear.While waves of commotion are filling the air.His steed seemed to know what the union troops lacked.And what he was commissioned to do.For with nostrils distended and ears lying back,His neck well stretched out and his rein hanging slack.With rider poised low on that sinewy back,Like a strong well shot arrow he flew. He charged to the front, then his rider drew rein,Midst storms of applause, which again and againRent the air, as they shouted Sheridans name.He paused just a bit, ere he dashed down theline.To tighten his hot chargers girth ;And with an assurance thats simply sublime.He turned to those standing near by on the line.And swore that hed show them in four hourstimeThe worst beaten army on earth.24
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ He charged to the front, then his rider drew reinM,dst stores ofappla.se, which again and a^nRent the air as they shouted Sheridans name The thrill was magnetic; as soon as they learnedThat Phil had got back, all the stragglers returned;The lines straightened out, and our left was re-formed.Like a withering cyclone they then charge thefoe,And each column its formation kept;They carry the earth-works wherever they go,The gains of the rebels they quickly undo.Who are forced to fall back, and they reel to andfroBy a huge broom of bayonets swept. They rally and charge with a blood-curdling yellThat rolls and re-echos, and adds to the swellOf the roar of the cannon and shrieking of shell.Men are stricken and fall in great groups on eachside,And are left to the death Angels care ;While the red waves of war, like some storm-rid-den tide.Or stream from volcano, down steep mountain-side.Bent on havoc and caring for naught else beside.Burns its way, right and left, near and t

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