 | The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman |  |
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“There, on the beaten ground,The regiment formed from right to left;
Our Colonel, straight in his saddle, looked around,
Reining the stallion in, that felt the heft
Of his rider, and stamped his foot, and wanted to dance.
At last the order came:
‘By twos: forward, march!’—and the same
From each officer in advance;
And, as the rear-guard left the spot,
We broke into the even trot.
| The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman | |