AH, friend! in the tender College time No evil deed could stain thee, And now 'mid the combat's iron chime, In purity they've slain thee. @3Sans peur et sans reproche@1 to live, @3Sans peur@1 the foe defying @3Sans peur et sans reproche@1 we give Thy epitaph when dying. When the Southern bullet sang the knell Of the ravaging invader, Thenthen triumphantly he fell, Our spotless young Crusader; With the loud hurrah and the dauntless tramp Of the charging Creole yeomen, He fell where the Cherubim encamp, With his face to the flying foemen. The blood moon guides its torch of night Through the smoke envolumed valleys, And the hillocks tell where the reddest fight Shook the quick, convulsive rallies; In the foremost phalanx he shall rest His head in the dust declining, The rifle shielding the soldier breast The cross on the saint-heart shining! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG A SONNET. THE ROSE AND LILY by PHILIP AYRES A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE TREE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON THE SOUL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |