BEFORE VICKSBURG May 19, 1863 by George Henry Boker (1823-1890)While Sherman stood beneath the hot test fire, That from the lines of Vicksburg gleamed, And bomb-shells tumbled in their smoky gyre, And grape-shot hissed, and case-shot screamed; Back from the front there came, Weeping and sorely lame, The merest child, the youngest face Man ever saw in such a fearful place. Stifling his tears, he limped his chief to meet; But when he paused, and tottering stood, Around the circle of his little feet There spread a circle of bright, young blood. Shocked at his doleful case, Sherman cried, "Halt! Front face! Who are you? Speak, my gallant boy!" "A drummer, sir: -- Fifty-fifth Illinois." "Are you not hit?" "That's nothing. Only send Some cartridges: our men are out; And the foe press us." "But, my little friend --" "Don't mind me! Did you hear that shout? What if our men be driven? O, for the love of Heaven, Send to my Colonel, General dear!" "But you? "O, I shall easily find the rear." "I'll see to that," cried Sherman; and a drop Angels might envy, dimmed his eye, As the boy, toiling towards the hill's hard top, Turned round, and with his shrill child's cry Shouted, "O, don't forget! We'll win the battle yet! But let our soldiers have some more, More cartridges, sir, -- calibre fifty-four!"
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