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Rh And the grand pines waving o'er them

Bowed to axes keen and cool.

The columns grooved their channels.

Enforced their own decree,

And their power met nothing larger

Until it met the sea:

It was glorious glad marching,

A marching glad and free.

Kilpatrick's snare of riders

In zigzags mazed the land,

Perplexed the pale Southsiders

With feints on every hand;

Vague menace awed the hiders

In forts beyond command.

To Sherman's shifting problem

No foeman knew the key;

But onward went the marching

Unpausing to the sea:

It was glorious glad marching,

The swinging step was free.

The flankers ranged like pigeons

In clouds through field or wood;