John Esten Cooke

“ Forth from his bloody shround,
To ride at the head of the column,
When the wild charge clashes loud?
The dead go fast! the voices
Of great men shout in the wind:
Our hero has departed,
But his brave soul stays behind. ”

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The Song of the Rebel.
“Jackson’s Up”--Camp Talk.
Oh, not a heart in all our host,
But feels a noble thrill,
To see the bristling bayonets,
Of Jackson on the hill;
To know that he has sealed the Ridge,
And downward, onward pour,
His legions to the field, from which
The foe shall rise no more!
Make way for the “Stormy Petrel!”
Look how he rides the wind,
Down from the azure mountain,
The calm days left behind! ”