Litchfield enquirer., 1862-02-27
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 ZOLLICOFFER :-A BALLAD. Fl 2. Q. sta < s5 Come wreath the.bay and How the horn, Accept the Muse iprofer, To breathe among the softest strings, The name of Zollicoffer. A martyr in. the field of strife,
 Whoever tells the story, Who sought his fate and gave his life, Tn occasion of our glory. Where flows the Cumberland and seeks With dim eyes for an outlet, Each ardent host had sought its foe, And had not turned about yet; sa The patriot chief confided in
 By all who knew his training, Never to hazard an advance,
 While at the rear-ward gaining. -s They count each day and then report, A while the rebels beat us Taught by some Yankee Miss the sport To carry two and cheat us; But leaping like the northern Goth From out his piny cradla, The Buckeye snuffed the Southern broth, And grasped his western ladle. They came and camped, each folded in With art and form strategic, F. . A part place of strength did win, Alert and energetic: But from behind the Hessian host On pressing could not enter; Pass on, their Captain said, nor boast, Till some to meet you venture. They passed. but they were fighting men, And all was in confusion, And Zollicoffer woke to see
 His art was an illusion Cut off he cried, had Patterson The like of this attempted, Not even Miles at Centreville
 From fight had been exemptedl Advance, my men for bo of man, The fire of life was in him, That leads the leader to the vah, If that may safety win him; Advance! the spell is broke, my boys, With which the books have bound us; Trust to the sword the brave employs; Those rascals will surround us Twas in the morning gleaming bright, A startled camp before him, A heaven tinged with Eastern light, A trator's banner OCT him, Less angry in his silent heart, Less furious in his manner, He heard the bugle's signal start, And knew the starry banner. o1xy for ro11 And for the onset ready; The charge returning like the wave,. The line likes breakers steady; But when the noon had passed in vain, And day anew was waning, He could not do or dare, again, His blood was softly raining. We saw the distant rebel roat, So fierce. but now retiring; Nor Peyton heafd the victor shout. That filled the pause of firing ;-- We found them mid their countrymsn And ours. the calmest sleepers; And ours, that were the bravest men, For them with ours were weepers. " Tie rebel rout in panic fled.
 Our camp became deserted. The swift pursuers found tbe dead, The flying first had started; We never overlook their rear,
 They never turned their faces, But bring their vegetables here Bull Run, Mill Spring change places. An Beauregard, you co ward knave, Behind your bloody bastions, With forty thousand Southerns brave, And thirty thousand rations; Waiting our heroes to come forth, Men warm and we'll provided With generals, suffers, presidents, And policy undecided. .. To fight or dies the only rule Of heroes fitly posted; @ -..4 ... If Fremont overstepped the school, Or Baker. he is roasted! An Zollicotfer, given to fame, In which all parties own thee, Thine own in what was bravely lost, And ours that victory won thee. You coward knave! when any day As many men may pour down, From Leesburg, Chester, OcYocan, And all the rebel shore down. Upon your commissariat,
 Too weak sheep to offer, And you awake to seek too late The chance of Zollicoffer.