He dashed down the line, 'mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because The sight of the master compelled it to pause. 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! And when their statues are placed on high, REFERENCES 1 Thomas Buchanan Read, National Magazine, April, 1855. 2 Thomas Buchanan Read, by R. H. Stoddard, Lippincott's Magazine, Feb., 1891. The Poetical Works of Thomas Buchanan Read. Complete in Three Volumes. Philadelphia, 1874. |