But to-day his forehead lowered, and we shrank his wrath untoward,
As on Lee his bitter speech was hurled in hissing tones and low:
“Sir, what means this wild confusion? Is it cowardice or collusion?
Is it treachery or fear brings you here?”
WASHINGTON REBUKING LEE.
Lee grew crimson in his anger—rang his curses o’er the clangor,
O’er the roaring din of battle, as he wrathfully replied;
But his raging was unheeded; fastly on our chieftain speeded,
Rallied quick the fleeing forces, stayed the dark, retreating tide;