On Sherman's Men

who fell in the Assault of Kenesaw Mountain, Georgia.

They said that Fame her clarion dropped
 Because great deeds were done no more—
That even Duty knew no shining ends,
And Glory—'twas a fallen star!
 But battle can heroes and bards restore.
Nay, look at Kenesaw:
Perils the mailed ones never knew
Are lightly braved by the ragged coats of blue,
And gentler hearts are bared to deadlier war.