Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 September 1882 — Page 2 Advertisements Column 2 [ADVERTISEMENT]

Apropos to the Presence of Gen. Harrison at the Reunion the following popular poem will not be amiss: SHERIDAN’S RIDE. Up from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste to the chieftain’s door. The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar. Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away. And wider still those billows of war, Thundered along the horison’s bsr; And louder yet into winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled, Making the blood of the listener cold, As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray, And Sheridan twenty miles away. But there is a road from Winchester town, A good, broad highway leading down; And there, through the flash of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night, Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight, As if he knew the terrible need; He stretched away with his utmost speed; Hills rose and fell; but his heart was gay, With Sheridan fifteen miles away. Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering South, The dust, like smoke from the cannon’s mouth; Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed, and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before tne wind, And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire. Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo! he is nearing his heart’s desire; He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, With Sheridan only five miles away. The first that the General saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops; What was done? what to do? a glance told him bo ti i. Then striking his spurs, with a terrible oath, He dashed down tne line, ’mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there because. With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril’s play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, “I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester, down to save the day.”

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