89. “forward, March.”
by Mrs. C. J. Moore.On Newbern's bloody battle-ground,
Bold as a crusade knight,
Our young Lieutenant led us on,
All eager for the fight.
“Forward, my men, my comrades brave!”
His voice rang loud and clear;
And charging with our bayonets,
We followed in the rear.
And, ever foremost, on he pressed;
Our ranks held firm and true,
Though volley after volley poured
And thinned us through and through.
“Well done, my boys, the day is ours!
Like veterans you've fought!”
Another crash of musketry;
The day was dearly bought:
For there, upon the accursed soil,
Our young Lieutenant lay;
Too brave for even one low moan,
His life-blood ebbed away.
Loud rang his voice, as clarion clear
As when he onward led;
“Forward, my boys, the day is ours!”
Then fell back with the dead.
And “forward!” is our battle-cry,
Which through the land shall ring,
Until the Union is restored,
And Liberty is king!