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Title: Cedar creek: a poem
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Polhamus, William Henry Harrison
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Publisher: Cleveland, O., The Imperial press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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osed in, round each battle-scard host, ^ u f And drew down its shades, with the stealth ot a ghost.All semblance of enmity seemed to be lost.While they slept neath a pale waning moon. 15 There, prone on the ground, neath the stars of the night,Lay the sturdy and brave in dream-visions bright,Nor reckd what might come, ere the dawns early Hght. Twelve oclock and alls well, the sentinels say. And the answering call comes again ;But look ! From their right, a long column in gray,Round our union left-flank, is feeling its wayTo a bend in the river that to our rear lay.By a bridle-path rugged and dim. With that feat accomplished, the stream is soon crossedBy these daring rebels, who take up their postAt a point where they hope to harm us the most.Then charge on the lines of our slumberingmen,Who hurriedly rise to their feet.And an unequal contest wage with great vim,Gainst the on-coming foe, but darkness and din,Confusion of orders, and ranks growing thin.Compel their reluctant retreat. i6
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But look! From their right, a long column in gray,Round our union left-flank, is feeling its way. A battery hailing from some place out West, Disrobed for the night, and were found thus un-dressed. When Early invaded our lines on the left. A fierce rebel yell the still morning air rent,And told that the foemen had come : With clothing abandoned, but purpose intent, A scene from Black Crook to the drama waslent While these boys tried hard to explain whatthey meant.But spoke through the mouths of their guns. Our left being broken, fall sullenly back. With dead and dying bestrewing their track, But give blow for blow to the ones that attack. Shot and shell, grape and shrapnel are filling theair.Ere the earliest streak of the dawn ; While the rattle of drums and the trumpets wildblare, And resounding of arms can be heard every-where ; And the swift charging columns are seen here andthere,By the fiash of each hot panting gun. i8 The fight became general along the whole wayFrom North Mounta

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