James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
August 5Sheridan
By Richard Watson Gilder (18441909)
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That sinks in slumber mild,
No pain or troubled thought his well-earned peace to mar,
Sank into endless rest our thunderbolt of war.
Quick as the lightning’s light,—
His single arm an army, and his name a host,—
Not his the love of blood, the warrior’s cruel boast.
How glorious he came!—
Even like a white-combed wave that breaks and tears the shore,
While wreck lies strewn behind, and terror flies before.
Could stay the panic-flight,
Alone shame back the headlong, many-leagued retreat,
And turn to evening triumph morning’s foul defeat.
Yet firm his faith that wars
Ere long would cease to vex the sad, ensanguined earth,
And peace forever reign, as at Christ’s holy birth.
Arise to loftiest power
No dazzlers of the sword to play the tyrant’s part,
But patriot-soldiers, true and pure and high of heart!
And he who broke the wall
Of civil strife in twain, no more to build or mend;
And he who hath this day made Death his faithful friend.
From out the eternal gloom
“Welcome!” his chieftain’s voice sounds o’er the cannon’s knell;
And of the three one only stays to say “Farewell!”