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The cavalry camp lies on the slope	A
Of what was late a vernal hill	B
But now like a pavement bare	C
An outpost in the perilous wilds	D
Which ever are lone and still	B
But Mosby's men are there	C
Of Mosby best beware	C
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Great trees the troopers felled and leaned	E
In antlered walls about their tents	F
Strict watch they kept 'twas Hark and Mark	G
Unarmed none cared to stir abroad	H
For berries beyond their forest fence	I
As glides in seas the shark	G
Rides Mosby through green dark	G
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All spake of him but few had seen	J
Except the maimed ones or the low	K
Yet rumor made him every thing	L
A farmer woodman refugee	M
The man who crossed the field but now	N
A spell about his life did cling	L
Who to the ground shall Mosby bring	L
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The morning bugles lonely play	O
Lonely the evening bugle calls	P
Unanswered voices in the wild	Q
The settled hush of birds in nest	R
Becharms and all the wood enthralls	P
Memory's self is so beguiled	Q
That Mosby seems a satyr's child	Q
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They lived as in the Eerie Land	S
The fire flies showed with fairy gleam	T
And yet from pine tops one might ken	U
The Capitol dome hazy sublime	V
A vision breaking on a dream	T
So strange it was that Mosby's men	U
Should dare to prowl where the Dome was seen	J
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A scout toward Aldie broke the spell	W
The Leader lies before his tent	X
Gazing at heaven's all cheering lamp	Y
Through blandness of a morning rare	C
His thoughts on bitter sweets are bent	X
His sunny bride is in the camp	Y
But Mosby graves are beds of damp	Y
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The trumpet calls he goes within	Z
But none the prayer and sob may know	K
Her hero he but bridegroom too	A2
Ah love in a tent is a queenly thing	L
And fame be sure refines the vow	N
But fame fond wives have lived to rue	A2
And Mosby's men fell deeds can do	A2
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Tan tara tan tara tan tara	B2
Mounted and armed he sits a king	L
For pride she smiles if now she peep	C2
Elate he rides at the head of his men	U
He is young and command is a boyish thing	L
They file out into the forest deep	C2
Do Mosby and his rangers sleep	C2
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The sun is gold and the world is green	J
Opal the vapors of morning roll	D2
The champing horses lightly prance	P
Full of caprice and the riders too	A2
Curving in many a caricole	D2
But marshaled soon by fours advance	P
Mosby had checked that airy dance	P
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By the hospital tent the cripples stand	S
Bandage and crutch and cane and sling	L
And palely eye the brave array	O
The froth of the cup is gone for them	E2
Caw caw the crows through the blueness wing	L
Yet these were late as bold as gay	O
But Mosby a clip and grass is hay	O
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How strong they feel on their horses free	M
Tingles the tendoned thigh with life	F2
Their cavalry jackets make boys of all	D2
With golden breasts like the oriole	D2
The chat the jest and laugh are rife	F2
But word is passed from the front a call	D2
For order the wood is Mosby's hall	D2
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To which behest one rider sly	D2
Spurred but unarmed gave little heed	G2
Of dexterous fun not slow or spare	C
He teased his neighbors of touchy mood	H2
Into plungings he pricked his steed	G2
A black eyed man on a coal black mare	C
Alive as Mosby in mountain air	C
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His limbs were long and large and round	I2
He whispered winked did all but shout	J2
A healthy man for the sick to view	A2
The taste in his mouth was sweet at morn	K2
Little of care he cared about	J2
And yet of pains and pangs he knew	A2
In others maimed by Mosby's crew	A2
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The Hospital Steward even he	M
Sacred in person as a priest	L2
And on his coat sleeve broidered nice	P
Wore the caduceus black and green	J
No wonder he sat so light on his beast	L2
This cheery man in suit of price	P
Not even Mosby dared to slice	P
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They pass the picket by the pine	M2
And hollow log a lonesome place	P
His horse adroop and pistol clean	J
'Tis cocked kept leveled toward the wood	N2
Strained vigilance ages his childish face	P
Since midnight has that stripling been	Z
Peering for Mosby through the green	J
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Splashing they cross the freshet flood	O2
And up the muddy bank they strain	P2
A horse at the spectral white ash shies	P
One of the span of the ambulance	P
Black as a hearse They give the rein	P2
Silent speed on a scout were wise	P
Could cunning baffle Mosby's spies	P
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Rumor had come that a band was lodged	Q2
In green retreats of hills that peer	R2
By Aldie famed for the swordless charge	S2
Much store they'd heaped of captured arms	P
And per adventure pilfered cheer	R2
For Mosby's lads oft hearts enlarge	S2
In revelry by some gorge's marge	S2
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'Don't let your sabres rattle and ring	L
To his oat bag let each man give heed	G2
There now that fellow's bag's untied	T2
Sowing the road with the precious grain	P2
Your carbines swing at hand you need	G2
Look to yourselves and your nags beside	T2
Men who after Mosby ride '	-
	-
Picked lads and keen went sharp before	U2
A guard though scarce against surprise	P
And rearmost rode an answering troop	V2
But flankers none to right or left	W2
No bugle peals no pennon flies	P
Silent they sweep and fain would swoop	V2
On Mosby with an Indian whoop	V2
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On right on through the forest land	S
Nor man nor maid nor child was seen	J
Not even a dog The air was still	D2
The blackened hut they turned to see	M
And spied charred benches on the green	J
A squirrel sprang from the rotting mill	D2
Whence Mosby sallied late brave blood to spill	D2
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By worn out fields they cantered on	X2
Drear fields amid the woodlands wide	T2
By cross roads of some olden time	V
In which grew groves by gate stones down	Y2
Grassed ruins of secluded pride	T2
A strange lone land long past the prime	V
Fit land for Mosby or for crime	V
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The brook in the dell they pass One peers	P
Between the leaves 'Ay there's the place	P
There on the oozy ledge 'twas there	C
We found the body Blake's you know	K
Such whirlings gurglings round the face	P
Shot drinking Well in war all's fair	C
So Mosby says The bough take care '	-
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Hard by a chapel Flower pot mould	Z2
Danked and decayed the shaded roof	A3
The porch was punk the clapboards spanned	S
With ruffled lichens gray or green	J
Red coral moss was not aloof	A3
And mid dry leaves green dead man's hand	S
Groped toward that chapel in Mosby land	S
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They leave the road and take the wood	N2
And mark the trace of ridges there	C
A wood where once had slept the farm	B3
A wood where once tobacco grew	A2
Drowsily in the hazy air	C
And wrought in all kind things a calm	C3
Such influence Mosby bids disarm	B3
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To ease even yet the place did woo	A2
To ease which pines unstirring share	C
For ease the weary horses sighed	T2
Halting and slackening girths they feed	G2
Their pipes they light they loiter there	C
Then up and urging still the Guide	T2
On and after Mosby ride	T2
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This Guide in frowzy coat of brown	Y2
And beard of ancient growth and mould	Z2
Bestrode a bony steed and strong	D3
As suited well with bulk he bore	U2
A wheezy man with depth of hold	Z2
Who jouncing went A staff he swung	E3
A wight whom Mosby's wasp had stung	E3
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Burnt out and homeless hunted long	D3
That wheeze he caught in autumn wood	N2
Crouching a fat man for his life	F2
And spied his lean son 'mong the crew	A2
That probed the covert Ah black blood	O2
Was his 'gainst even child and wife	F2
Fast friends to Mosby Such the strife	F2
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A lad unhorsed by sliding girths	P
Strains hard to readjust his seat	F3
Ere the main body show the gap	G3
'Twixt them and the rear guard scrub oaks near	R2
He sidelong eyes while hands move fleet	F3
Then mounts and spurs One drops his cap	G3
'Let Mosby find ' nor heeds mishap	G3
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A gable time stained peeps through trees	P
'You mind the fight in the haunted house	P
That's it we clenched them in the room	H3
An ambuscade of ghosts we thought	I3
But proved sly rebels on a bouse	P
Luke lies in the yard ' The chimneys loom	H3
Some muse on Mosby some on doom	H3
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Less nimbly now through bra	J3