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April	A
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Behold As from the shades of night	B
An army gathers full of might	B
And strong with constant courage stands	C
'Tween civilized and savage lands	C
Where vast in power the legion waits	D
The turning of the desert gates	D
That men of might may enter in	E
And progress all her glories win	E
Lo where these thousands make assail	F
The barren ages all shall fail	F
And swift advancement far be hurled	G
O'er sleeping empires and the world	G
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The morning hours haste hurried by	H
Behold The noon is drawing nigh	H
The anxious host with careful eyes	I
Marks well each rapid hour that flies	I
While hope exulting wildly rolls	J
The highest such as filled the souls	J
Of Jason and his comrades bold	K
Who sought the famous fleece of gold	K
Upon the trampled grasses beat	L
Impatient steeds with restless feet	L
The dins of harsh discordant cries	I
Above the thrilling thousands rise	I
Shrilly the scattered children call	M
And soft the words of women fall	M
While men with voices hushed and weak	N
Their low commands expectant speak	N
Till suddenly a mighty cry	H
A shout of warning smites the sky	H
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Attention Ho	O
Attention here	P
Attention Lo	O
The noon is near	Q
O'er hill and brake	R
Resounds the warning cry	H
The moment great is nigh	H
The hosts awake	R
Awake to strive with mad delight	B
Awake to win the friendly fight	B
And from the camps anear and far	S
Where nervous haste and hurry are	S
Vast legions gather on the plain	T
While chaos and confusion reign	T
The neighing steed with quickened pace	U
Impatient seeks the vantage place	U
The slower ox with lightened load	V
Stands waiting in the crowded road	V
And wagon buggy carriage cart	W
Vehicles formed with rudest art	W
All forward forward forward dart	W
Swift forming on the level ground	X
Where most advantage may be found	X
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Line up Ho there	Y
Line up line up	Z
The hurried order smites the air	Y
Above the silent prairies fair	Y
Unseen progression holds her cup	Z
Filled to the brim with magic seeds	A2
That harvests hold for human needs	A2
Excitement grows on beasts and men	B2
The saddle girths are tightened o'er	C2
The stirrups lengthened out once more	D2
And silence softly falls again	B2
Each bit and buckle strap and band	E2
Is tested o'er with careful hand	E2
And man and beast in chosen place	U
Stand ready for the coming race	U
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The circling sun	F2
His morning race has fully run	F2
A waving hand	E2
Signals above the brief command	E2
That sight and sense will understand	E2
And open swings the desert land	E2
A shot A hundred thousand more	D2
The grassy meadows echo o'er	C2
A shout From countless throats a shout	G2
On rolling wings leaps madly out	G2
A yell a raging roar that flies	I
On bounding winds o'er hill and glen	B2
And 'round the land electrifies	I
A thousand living miles of men	B2
A mammoth stir	C2
A sudden dash	H2
Swift whip and spur	C2
Together clash	H2
And wheels on wheels that totter crash	H2
They're off They're off	I2
Away away	J2
In mad array	J2
No stop nor stay	J2
The hurried charge they ride to day	J2
Would shame and scoff	I2
The Tartar Turk and Romanoff	I2
The race is on	K2
The host is gone	L2
The thronging legions madly ride	M2
O'er hill and dale	F
With hurried pace unsatisfied	M2
In fierce assail	F
Where none may fail	F
And only phantoms dimly blent	M2
Tell where the mounted armies went	M2
Like shifting shadows faint and dim	N2
Or ghostly spectors gaunt and grim	N2
Beyond the far horizon's rim	N2
Behold Adown the valleys bright	M2
The last lone straggler fades from sight	M2
And only hasty hoof beats say	J2
What thousands rode the race to day	J2
What hosts with hearts that build and bless	O2
Found homes amid the wilderness	P2

Freeman E. Miller

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