PELHAM AT FREDERICKSBURG
by Albert Sidney Horton
Into the hurling storm of shell, Into the gaping mouth of hell, Pelham,
the dauntless, dashed;
Out from the meager lines of gray, Out to the bloody fringe of fray,
Where thousand thunders crashed.
Lashes to straining horses plied, Cheers of defiance as they ride Under
the eyes of Lee.
Out of the day and into the night, Clouded in smoke they ride to fight,
Glorious sight to see:
Out of that bedlam Freedom speaks Hear it in Pelham's Parrot's shrieks,
Pelham: 'tis bravely done:
In the concentrating, deadly hail, Daring to die but not to fail, Pelham
still fights his gun:
What is that sound? 'Tis not a cheer--There, yet again--list: comrades,
hear: Hark, 'tis the hymn of France:
Rising, the lofty anthem swells; Over the din of countless hells Freedom
Never was witnessed braver deed, Bringing of praise its richest meed,
Making a deathless name--
"Courage sublime in one so young:" Words fran the heart of
Lee he wrung. Crown of immortal fame:
This poem appeared in the Confederate Veteran, Vol. III, No.4, April
1905, page 111.
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