The General's Death
by
Joseph O'Connor (1841-1908) |
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The general dashed along the road
Amid the pelting
rain;
How joyously his bold face glowed
To hear our
cheer's refrain!
His blue blouse flapped in wind and
wet,
His boots were splashed with mire,
But round his
lips a smile was set,
And in his eyes a fire.
A
laughing word, a gesture kind,--
We did not ask for more,
With thirty weary miles behind,
A weary fight before.
The gun grew light to every man,
The crossed belts
ceased their stress,
As onward to the column's van
We
watched our leader press.
Within an hour we saw him
lie,
A bullet in his brain,
His manly face turned to
the sky,
And beaten by the rain. |
By Joseph O'Connor (1841-1908)
Listed February 4, 2013 |
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