Beechenbrook - A Rhyme of the War by Margaret J. Preston
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page 46 of 66 (69%)
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The strength she has sought is vouchsafed in her need:
--"I think I can bear it now, Beverly ... read." The boy, with the resolute nerve of a man, And a voice which he holds as serene as he can, Takes quietly from her the letter, and reads:-- "Dear Madam,--My heart in its sympathy bleeds For the pain that my tidings must bear you: may God Most tenderly comfort you, under His rod! "This morning, at daybreak, a terrible charge Was made on the enemy's centre: such large And fresh reinforcements were held at his back, He stoutly and stubbornly met the attack. "Our cavalry bore themselves splendidly:--far In front of his line galloped Colonel Dunbar; Erect in his stirrups,--his sword flashing high, And the look of a conqueror kindling his eye, His silvery voice rang aloft through the roar Of the musketry poured from the opposite shore: --'Remember the Valley!--remember your wives! And on to your duty, boys!--on--with your lives!' "He turned, and he paused, as he uttered the call-- Then reeled in his seat, and fell,--pierced by a ball. "He lives and he breathes yet:--the surgeons declare, That the balance is trembling 'twixt hope and despair. |
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