LIKE the tribes of Israel, Fed on quails and manna, Sherman and his glorious band Journeyed through the rebel land, Fed from Heaven's all-bounteous hand, Marching on Savannah! As the moving pillar shone, Streamed the starry banner All day long in rosy light, Flaming splendor all the night, Till it swooped in eagle flight Down on doomed Savannah! Glory be to God on high! Shout the loud Hosanna! Treason's wilderness is past, Canaan's shore is won at last, Peal a nation's trumpet-blast, -- Sherman 's in Savannah! Soon shall Richmond's tough old hide Find a tough old tanner! Soon from every rebel wall Shall the rag of treason fall, Till our banner flaps o'er all As it crowns Savannah! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GOOD NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SONG OF PANAMA by ALFRED DAMON RUNYON THE BLUEBELLS OF NEW ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH I GREET THEE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |