News of battle! Who hath brought it?
All are thronging to the gate;
"Warder--warder! open quickly!
Man--is this a time to wait?"
And the heavy gates are opened:
Then a murmur long and loud,
And a cry of fear and wonder
Bursts from out the bending crowd.
For they see in battered harness
Only one hard-stricken man,
And his weary steed is wounded,
And his cheek is pale and wan.
Spearless hangs a bloody banner
In his weak and drooping hand--
God! can that be Randolph Murray,
Captain of the city band?