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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 91 (search)
s and well mounted, to the Union cause; also, that other mounted regiments will shortly be organised. Good for K. T. Western Paper. From her borders far away, Kansas blows a trumpet call, Answered by the loud “hurrah!” Of her troopers, one and all. “Knife and pistol, sword and spur!” Cries K. T. “Let my troopers all concur Tf jubilee, Platyphillis from the tree, High among the branches hid, Sings all night so merrily-- “K. T. did, She did — she did!” Thirty score Jay-Hawkers bold, Kansas men of strong renown, Rally round the banner old, Casting each his gauntlet down. “Good for Kansas,” one and all Cry to her; Riding to her trumpet call, Blithe aly round the banner old, Casting each his gauntlet down. “Good for Kansas,” one and all Cry to her; Riding to her trumpet call, Blithe as to a festival, All concur! Hence the revel and the glee, As the chanter from the tree, High among the branches hid, Sings all night so merrily-- “K. T. did! She did
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 402 (search)
ere Long Island Sound lifts up its calm blue eye. The empires of York and Penn were all aflame; There was no hamlet where the drum beat not, No fireside, but desperate and hot, Some son or father felt the glow of shame, And buckled on his sword and breathed his mother's name. The prairies rang — Ohio raised her hand With Illinois, to wipe away the guilt, The sword should drip in carnage to the hilt, And every roof-thatch be a beacon-brand. At each Iowa hearth stood stern a mailed man-- Young Kansas knelt in wrath, and swore with Michigan! A wall of flame blazed up the border-line; A thousand camp-fires lit the midnight sky; The white tents glistened in the trampled rye; An armed man replaced each ash and pine; The trooper rode where erst had grazed his kine; The barley-blades grew up to bayonets; A navy tore the frightened fisher's nets; A crusade swarmed across each mount and moor, Their fane to rescue by Potomac's shore; The first great hearts beat out at Baltimore. O zeal too rash!