Litchfield enquirer., 1866-08-09
THE EAGLE OF eoRINTH.


 How we whipped out Price and Van Dorns An, that day we earned our rations- iOur cause was Gods s and the Nations, Or we'd have come out fOrlOrn! A long and terrible day;
 And, at last, when night grew gray. By the hundred, there they lay, / (Heavy sleepers, you'd say.) That wouldn't wake on the morn. Our staff was bare of flag,
 We didn't carry rag
 In those brave marching days An, no-but finer thingS
 With never 6 cord or string, An Eagle, ot rufaed wing, And an eye of awful gaze The grape it rattled like hail, The minies were dropping like rain, The first of thunder-shower- The wads were flowing like chaff, CThere was pounding, like floor and fail, All the front of our line }
 So we stood it hour after hour But our Eagle he felt fine !
 'Twould have madeysu cheer and laugh. selo see, through that iron gale, How the Old Fellow'd swoop and sail Above the racket and roar To right and to left he d soar, But ever came back without fail
 And percbed on his standard staff. All that day. tell you true. s.s... They had pressed us, steady and fair, Till we fought in street and square (The affair, you might think looked blue,) But we knew we had them there! Our works and batteries were few, Every gun, they'd have sworn, they knew But you see, there was one or two . We had fixed for them unaware. They reckon they ve got us now For the next half hour twill be warm Aye. aye, look wonder !-I VOW. If they weren't Secesh. how I'd love them Only see how grandly they form, Our Eagle whirling above them, To take Robinett by storm! They re timing Lit can't be long Now for the nub of the fight fYou may guess that we held our breath) By the Lord 'tis splendid sight! A column two thousand strong & Marching square to the death! On they came. in solid column, For once. no whooping nor yell (Ah, dare say they felt sole mn.) Front and fank-grape. and shell Our batteries pounded away! And the minies hummed to remind 'em They had started on no child's play! Steady they kept a-going, .l, But a grim wake settled behind 'em- From the edge of the abattis, rsa. Where our dead and wounded lay Under fence and fallen tree,
 Up to Robinett, all the way The dreadful swath kept growing ~.-- 'Twas butternut, fecked with gray. Now for it, at Robinett .,,...ss.s,.. . Muzzle to mug gle we met Mot breath of buster or brag, f1. Not g lisp for quarter or favor,)- Three times, there, by Robinett, .- With rush, their feet they set On the logs of our parapet, - And waved their bit of a flag What could be finer or braver But our cross-fre stunned them in flank, g; They melted rank after rank (O'er them with terrible poise. Our Bird did circle end wheel i) 2 Their whole line began to waver- .s Nov for the bsyopet, hoysi On them with the cold steel An, we'll you know how it ended We did for them, there and then, !. But thsir pluck throuahout was splendid, (As said before, could love thenD They stood, to the last, like men ! Only . handful of them
 Found the way back again.
 Red as blood, OCT the town,
 The angry sun ventdown.
 Firing flagstaff and vsne- ts And our Eagle,-aA for him, ' There, all rulRed and grim, He sat, Q o'erlooking the slainl