Hancock At Gettysburg

A hundred guna- yes, flfty more- Rained down their shot and shell As if. from out It s y awnins door, Drove the red blaze of helL The klas! the crash! the shrlekl the groan! The ceasele-ts lron niill All this for half the day. I own It male the stouteu quail. Butsudden, far to left, weheard The bind strike up and lo! Full in oar front- no braath wa3 stirrsd- Carne Hancoc;;, ridin r slow- As slo v iis ir on dress parade, All down the lino 1 1 r igUt And back aa;vin Bv mv sood blade, Was ever such a si ht? We lay at len-íth. So ranlcs oould stand Against that tempe it wild: Yet on he rode, witli hat in bind, Ani loo ted. and bowed. and smiled; Wbatevör te irs we hii befor3 Were ','ono. That -úht, you know, Just made us ft'ty thousand more, AH hot to face the foe You'vehearl the rest Ho on they came, Earth shakin r at thair tread: A cheer! Our ranks burst into fiame; Steel erossod the foe had fied. Yet still that dauntless form I see, Slow ridin; üown the Una, Was ever deed of chivalry Sogrand, O comr.ile mine?