Classic Poem

Into the surge of fury, Cavalry,
Wearing the Nation's Blue, abruptly moved,
Followed by serried troops. Victors they were,
But saviors and deliverers fighting flame,
Feeding and healing and proclaiming peace.
With steady tramp the Union soldiers marched
Through the main thoroughfare with flying flags,
Drums beating out the passion of their hearts.
Up to the Capital they strode, and raised
Old Glory where had waved the Stars and Bars;
They sprang upon the swiftly spreading fire
With the old fierceness that whelmed belching guns,
While Libby Prison and Castle Thunder felt
The deep vibration of decisive feet,
And open flung their gates of misery
Delivering sons of Freedom to their own.
Along the streets of terror and of woe,
Lincoln, the Emancipator-President,
Walked slowly, while about him multitudes
Of his redeemed, black-faced but white of soul,
Bowed as in worship, hailing him their savior,
And crying, shouting, singing, " Glory, Glory! "
" Glory to God! " and " Glory Hallelujah! "