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But cordial words no balm could bring;

She sighed, and kept her inward chafe,

And seemed to hate the voice of glee—

Joyless and tearless. Soon he called

An escort: "See this lady safe

In yonder house.—Madam, you're free.

And now for Mosby.—Guide! with me."

("A night-ride, eh?") "Tighten your girths!

But, buglers! not a note from you.

Fling more rails on the fires—a blaze"

("Sergeant, a feint—I told you so—

Toward Aldie again. Bivouac, adieu!")

After the cheery flames they gaze,

Then back for Mosby through the maze.

The moon looked through the trees, and tipped

The scabbards with her elfin beam;

The Leader backward cast his glance,

Proud of the cavalcade that came—

A hundred horses, bay and cream:

"Major! look how the lads advance—

Mosby we'll have in the ambulance!"