In the dusk of the forest shade
A sallow and dusty group reclined;
Gallops a horseman up the glade--
“Where will I your leader find?
Tidings I bring from the morning’s scout--
I’ve borne them o’er mound and moor and fen.”
“Well, sir, stay not hereabout,
Here are only a few of ‘the men.’
“Here no collar has bar or star,
No rich lacing adorns the sleeve;
Further on our officers are,
Let them your report receive.
Higher up on the hill up there,
Overlooking this shady glen,
There are their quarters--don’t stop here,
We are only some of ‘the men.’
“Yet stay, courier, if you bear
Tidings that a fight is near;
Tell them we’re ready, and that where
They wish us to be we’ll soon appear;
Tell them only to let us know
Where to form our ranks and when;
And we’ll teach the vaunting foe
That they’ve met with some of ‘the men.’
“We’re _the men_, though our clothes are worn--
We’re _the men_, though we wear no lace--
We’re _the men_, who the foe have torn,
And scattered their ranks in dire disgrace--
We’re the men who have triumphed before--
We’re the men who will triumph again;
For the dust and the smoke and the cannon’s roar,
And the clashing bayonets--‘we’re the men.’
“Ye who sneer at the battle-scars,
Of garments faded and soiled and bare,
Yet who have for the ‘stars and bars’
Praise and homage and dainty fare;
Mock the wearers and pass them on,
Refuse them kindly word--and then
Know if your freedom is ever won
By human agents--these are the men!”
[Southern.]
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