Dead Jackson
A chaplet! as ye pause, ye brave,
Beside the broad Potomac's wave;
A wreath! above dead Jackson's grave!
Against a hundred thousand one
Whose dauntless manhood held alone
Virginia's threshold and his own!
Hath vengeance tarried? Swifter, none,
Since midnight lightning flashed upon
The sword of God and Gideon!
Hath God forgotten? Who hath led
Your legions to this narrow bed,
Whose very name recalls the dead!
A Jackson! let your banners fly,
And forward with the batle cry
Of Jackson and of Liberty!
Beside the broad Potomac's wave;
A wreath! above dead Jackson's grave!
Against a hundred thousand one
Whose dauntless manhood held alone
Virginia's threshold and his own!
Hath vengeance tarried? Swifter, none,
Since midnight lightning flashed upon
The sword of God and Gideon!
Hath God forgotten? Who hath led
Your legions to this narrow bed,
Whose very name recalls the dead!
A Jackson! let your banners fly,
And forward with the batle cry
Of Jackson and of Liberty!
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