28 THE CAVALRY CHARGE. With an undaunted eye Marches the sentinel. Low, to his trusty gun Pray for the night hath wings; When all hath ended well, THE CAVALRY CHARGE. BY FRANCIS A. DURIVAGE. WITH bray of the trumpet And roll of the drum, THE CAVALRY CHARGE. And keen ring of bugle, Sharp clank the steel scabbards, And foam from red nostrils Tramp! tramp! o'er the greensward One hand on the sabre, The steel scabbards clank, And each rowel is pressed To a horse's hot flank: And swift is their rush As the wild torrent's flow, When it pours from the crag On the valley below. 29 30 66 THE CAVALRY CHARGE. Charge!" thunders the leader: Like shaft from the bow Resistless and reckless Of aught may bètide, Like wind-shattered reeds. That bursts from the square, Are wasted in air. Triumphant, remorseless, No sabre that's stainless The wounds that are dealt By that murderous steel SNOW SCULPTURE. Will never yield case For the surgeon to heal. Rein up your hot horses And call in your men, Some saddles are empty, Some comrades are slain, And some noble horses Lie stark on the plain, But war's a chance game, boys, SNOW SCULPTURE. BY GEORGE W. BUNGAY. ON hills and forests bare and brown, I see the silent snow come down, 31 32 SNOW SCULPTURE. Like showers of blossoms winds have blown From flowers of light. Faster and faster fall the flakes, On the dim woods and silver lakes, Like soft words on a heart that breaks Ye wailing winds that sadly sigh, And build white columns, broad and high, Let pyramids of spotless hue Point to the bending arch of blue And mark the place where sleep the true, Ye unseen sculptors in the air, Of BAKER, deep in letters fair As wreaths of fame. |