Archive for 16. February 2009

SHERMAN’S IN SAVANNAH.

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 the day in rosy light,
Beaming glory 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!