Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By JosephOConnor811 The Generals Death
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Amid the pelting rain;
How joyously his bold face glowed
To hear our cheers’ refrain!
His boots were splashed with mire,
But round his lips a smile was set,
And in his eyes a fire.
We did not ask for more,
With thirty weary miles behind,
A weary fight before.
The crossed belts ceased their stress,
As onward to the column’s van
We watched our leader press.
A bullet in his brain,
His manly face turned to the sky,
And beaten by the rain.