Across the hill I saw them come--
A deep-ranked serried legion.
Across the hill I saw them come--
The faithful cohorts there.
Bank, bar and bench--mine, mart and trench--
From every clime and region,
In manly might and majesty--
And I knew the sight was fair.
I saw them halt against the hill
In loyal lines unbroken;
I heard them answer to the Roll,
Nor ever missed a name;
For they foregathered past recall
Were there by every token,
As, ’cross the valley to a man
The thundering echoes came.
I saw them passing o’er the hill
In serried ranks unbroken;
’Twas stirrup touching stirrup
In the sunshine and the rain.
And good the pride to see them ride
With strength renewed and spoken,
Till love of Pennsylvania
Should call them home again.