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								| Keenan's Charge By George Parsons Lathrop (1851 
								- 1898)
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					| By the shrouded gleam of 
					the western skies, Brave Keenan looked in Pleasonton's 
					eyes
 For an instant--clear, and cool, and still;
 Then, 
					with a smile, he said: "I will."
 
 "Cavalry, charge!" 
					Not a man of them shrank.
 Their sharp, full cheer, from 
					rank on rank,
 Rose joyously, with a willing breath--
 Rose like a greeting hail to death.
 Then forward they 
					sprang, and spurred and clashed;
 Shouted the officers, 
					crimson-sash'd;
 Rode well the men, each brave as his 
					fellow,
 In their faded coats of the blue and yellow;
 And above in the air, with an instinct true,
 Like a bird 
					of war their pennon flew.
 With clank of scabbards and 
					thunder of steeds,
 And blades that shine like sunlit 
					reeds,
 And strong brown faces bravely pale
 For fear 
					their proud attempt shall fail,
 Three hundred 
					Pennsylvanians close
 On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
 
 Line after line the troopers came
 To the edge of the 
					wood that was ring'd with flame;
 Rode in and sabred and 
					shot--and fell;
 Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
 And full in the midst rose Keenan, tall
 In the gloom, 
					like a martyr awaiting his fall,
 While the circle-stroke 
					of his sabre, swung
 'Round his head, like a halo there, 
					luminous hung.
 
 Line after line; ay, whole platoons,
 Struck dead in their saddles, of brave dragoons
 By the 
					maddened horses were onward borne
 And into the vortex 
					flung, trampled and torn;
 As Keenan fought with his men, 
					side by side.
 
 So they rode, till there were no more 
					to ride.
 
 But over them, lying there, shattered and 
					mute,
 What deep echo rolls?--'Tis a death salute
 From 
					the cannon in place; for, heroes, you braved
 Your fate 
					not in vain: the army was saved!
 
 Over them now--year 
					following year--
 Over their graves, the pine-cones fall,
 And the whip-poor-will chants his spectre-call;
 But they 
					stir not again: they raise no cheer:
 They have ceased. 
					But their glory shall never cease,
 Nor their light be 
					quenched in the light of peace.
 The rush of their charge 
					is resounding still
 That saved the army at 
					Chancellorsville.
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					| By 
					George Parsons Lathrop (1851 - 1898) Listed August 14, 2012
 Note: 
					May 2, 1863During the second day of the battle of 
					Chancellorsville, General
 Pleasonton was trying to get 
					twenty-two guns into a vital position
 as Stonewall 
					Jackson made a sudden advance. Time had to be bought;
 so 
					Pleasanton ordered Major Peter Keenan, commanding the Eighth
 Pennsylvania Cavalry (four hundred strong), to charge the 
					advancing
 ten thousand of the enemy.
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