 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
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THE SOLID SQUARE.
I
I stood amid the solid square,The cry of “Cavalry!” was raised,
And look'd upon those kneeling there,
While at the fancied foe we blazed,
And thought how, when th'invaders came,
Their eyes would flash with battle's light,
And pictured many a sinewy frame
Cold on the hard-fought field at night;
Then on mine ear rang cheerily
The thrilling shout of Victory!
II
We stood at ease, and low we spokeOf what we should do when that cry
Amid the coming battle broke;
But not a comrade fear'd to die.
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Closed lip, and holding in the breath,
'Vealing how much brave blood would flow
Before their eyes were closed in death;
And looks that wish'd the foe were near,
But not a single face show'd fear.
T. M.
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