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GEN'L KILPATRICK, THE BOLD CAVALIER.
Brave wight forever live,
The pride and glory of thy native State;
Too brave to die, for life must time survive,
For joys thy end await.
Quick to his post the warrior sped,
Without the slightest shade of dread,
He waves his bright shield o'er the dead;
Regardless of his life,
At once he spurns the rebels harm
And hurls the thunder with his arm,
And quells the rage of strife.
The pride and glory of thy native State;
Too brave to die, for life must time survive,
For joys thy end await.
Quick to his post the warrior sped,
Without the slightest shade of dread,
He waves his bright shield o'er the dead;
Regardless of his life,
At once he spurns the rebels harm
And hurls the thunder with his arm,
And quells the rage of strife.
At once he shocks his foe
And drives the rebel troops without delay,
While scattering numbers fall beneath the blow,
And horsemen fleet away.
He strikes the cities of renown,
And throws the walls and cities down;
He speeds his way thro' ev'ry town,
In storm by night and day,
The blaze of wrath he kindles higher,
And mounds dissolve beneath the fire,
Their folly to betray.
And drives the rebel troops without delay,
While scattering numbers fall beneath the blow,
And horsemen fleet away.
He strikes the cities of renown,
And throws the walls and cities down;
He speeds his way thro' ev'ry town,
In storm by night and day,
The blaze of wrath he kindles higher,
And mounds dissolve beneath the fire,
Their folly to betray.
Eternal brave remain
And live immortal to the end of time,
And boast without occasion to complain,
But still ascend sublime.
Ye bards of victory, lift the pen
And shout and hail the chief of men,
He rises not to fall again,
As in unfading prime;
Away let slavery fly as smoke,
The cloud which must the heavens provoke,
To curse the survile clime.
And live immortal to the end of time,
And boast without occasion to complain,
But still ascend sublime.
Ye bards of victory, lift the pen
And shout and hail the chief of men,
He rises not to fall again,
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Away let slavery fly as smoke,
The cloud which must the heavens provoke,
To curse the survile clime.
What shall this man deplume,
Who towers above and leaves the clouds below:
Bold cavalier, thro' time forever bloom,
Thy skill in war to show.
Let freedom's sons the trumpet sound
Aloud, and spread the triumph round,
And sing, rise brothers from the ground,
And brave the inveterate foe;
His nimble brute is like a star,
The martial steed, the horse of war
Defies the lurking foe.
Who towers above and leaves the clouds below:
Bold cavalier, thro' time forever bloom,
Thy skill in war to show.
Let freedom's sons the trumpet sound
Aloud, and spread the triumph round,
And sing, rise brothers from the ground,
And brave the inveterate foe;
His nimble brute is like a star,
The martial steed, the horse of war
Defies the lurking foe.
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