December 7th.TO CAPTAIN MARCUS D. TENNEY.
MY Captain, when the mighty whirl returns
This day, marked red on that dire calendar
When Freedom's flag refused to drop a star,
I tread again the vale___again it burns
With battle's fire. Your voice as made for war___
Outsounding bugles___wheels the grimy guns,
And from their thunderous mouths the lightning runs;
The smoke hides all, through which anear and far
Flash demon eyes. The shout of onset thrills
Hero and coward. Life and death___God's mills
That grind souls fine___with dread machinery
Struggle together; both combat the sun;
The darkness falls; the day of glory's done___
And Death doth shock the night with victory.
__A. A. B. Cavaness.
Poems by Two Brothers
A. A. B. Cavaness & J. M. Cavaness
(Chetopa: J. M. Cavaness and Son. 1896)