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cavalry-camp lies on the slope

Of what was late a vernal hill,

But now like a pavement bare—

An outpost in the perilous wilds

Which ever are lone and still;

But Mosby's men are there—

Of Mosby best beware.

Great trees the troopers felled, and leaned

In antlered walls about their tents;

Strict watch they kept; 'twas Hark! and Mark!

Unarmed none cared to stir abroad

For berries beyond their forest-fence:

As glides in seas the shark,

Rides Mosby through green dark.