Swept on, with his wild eyes full of fire;
But lo! he is nearing his heart’s desire,—
He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray,
With Sheridan only five miles away.
“The first that the General saw were the groups
Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops.
What was done—what to do—a glance told him both;
Then striking his spurs with a terrible oath,
He dashed down the line ’mid a storm of huzzas,
And the wave of retreat checked its course there because