Fire, and charge back!" So strength returned to Lyon.

The Iowa men who held the van,
Half drilled, were new
To battle: "Some one lead us, then we'll do"
Said Corporal Tryon:
"Men! _I_ will lead," and a light glared in Lyon.

On they came: they yelped, and fired;
His spirit sped;
We leveled right in, and the half-breeds fled,
Nor stayed the iron,
Nor captured the crimson corse of Lyon.

This seer foresaw his soldier-doom,
Yet willed the fight.
He never turned; his only flight
Was up to Zion,
Where prophets now and armies greet brave Lyon.



Ball's Bluff.
A Reverie.
(October, 1861.)


One noonday, at my window in the town,
I saw a sight--saddest that eyes can see--
Young soldiers marching lustily