ON GUARD. In love's enchanting light Faint, through the silence come As in a fiendish rout Demons at revelry. Close, in the gloomy shade Shrinks at the guardsman's tread, Quails 'fore his gleaming eyes, Creeps back with baffled hate, Cursing his cowardice. Naught can beguile his bold, Unsleeping vigilance; E'en in the fireflame, old Visions unheeded dance. Fearless of lurking spy, Scornful of wassail-swell, 27 28 THE CAVALRY CHARGE. With an undaunted eye Marches the sentinel. Low, to his trusty gun Leaping ere dawn of day : 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, The cavalry come. Sharp clank the steel scabbards, And foam from red nostrils The wild chargers fling. Tramp! tramp! o'er the greensward That quivers below, The order -"Trot out!" One hand on the sabre, As rings the word "Gallop!" And swift is their rush As the wild torrent's flow, When it pours from the crag On the valley below. 29 Resistless and reckless Of aught may betide, Like wind-shattered reeds. The random-shot bullets Are wasted in air. Returns to its sheath. 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, The trumpet sounds "Rally To color" again. 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. N hills and forests bare and brown, 31 |