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The Congressmen Came Out To See Bull Run

The congressmen came out to see Bull Run,

The congressmen who like free shows and spectacles.

They brought their wives and carriages along,

They brought their speeches and their picnic-lunch,

Their black constituent-hats and their devotion:

Some even brought a little whiskey, too.(A little whiskey is a comforting

For congressmen in the sun, in the heat of the sun.)The bearded congressmen with orator's mouths,

The fine, clean-shaved,

Websterian congressmen,

Come out to see the gladiator's

Like Iliad gods, wrapped in the sacred

Of Florida-water, wisdom and bay-rum,

Of free cigars, democracy and votes,

That lends such portliness to congressmen.(The gates fly wide, the bronze troop marches

Into the stripped and deadly circus-ring,"Ave,

Caesar!" the cry goes up, and

The purple awning over Caesar's seat.)"Ave,

Caesar!

Ave,

O congressmen,

We who are about to

Salute you, congressmen!"Eleven States,

New York,

Rhode Island,

Maine,

Connecticut,

Michigan, and the gathered West,

Salute you, congressmen!

The red-fezzed Fire-Zouaves, flamingo-bright,

Salute you, congressmen!

The raw boys still in their civilian clothes,

Salute you, congressmen!

The Second Wisconsin in its homespun grey,

Salute you, congressmen!

The Garibaldi Guards in cocksfeather hats,

Salute you, congressmen!

The Second Ohio with their Bedouin-caps,

Salute you, congressmen!

Sherman's brigade, grey-headed Heintzelman,

Ricketts' and Griffin's doomed and valiant guns,

The tough, hard-bitten regulars of

Who covered the retreat with the Marines,

Burnside and Porter,

Wilcox and

Dowell,

All the vast, unprepared,

Of boys in red and yellow Zouave pants,

Who carried peach-preserves inside their

And dreamt of being generals overnight;

The straggling companies where every

Was a sovereign and a voter—the slack

Where every company marched a different step;

The clumsy and unwieldy-new

Not yet distempered into battle-worms;

The whole, huge, innocent army, ready to

But only half-taught in the tricks of fighting,

Ready to die like picture-postcard

While fighting still had banners and a

And just as ready to run in blind mob-panic,

Salutes you with a vast and thunderous cry,

Ave,

Caesar,

Ave,

O congressmen,

Ave,

O Iliad gods who forced the fight!

You bring your carriages and your

To cheer us in our need.

You come with speeches,

Your togas smell of heroism and bay-rum.

You are the people and the voice of the

And, when the fight is done, your

Will bear you safely, through the streaming rout Of broken troops, throwing their guns away.

You come to see the gladiator's show,

But from a high place, as befits the wise:

You will not see the long windrows of

Strewn like dead pears before the Henry

Or the stone-wall of Jackson breathe its

Devouring breath upon the failing charge,

Ave,

Caesar, ave,

O congressmen,

Cigar-smoke wraps you in a godlike cloud,

And if you are not to depart from

As easily and divinely as you came,

It hardly matters.

Fighting Joe Hooker

Said with that tart, unbridled tongue of

That made so many needless enemies,"Who ever saw a dead cavalryman?"The

Stings with a needle sharpness, just or not,

But even he was never heard to say,"Who ever saw a dead congressman?"And yet, he was a man with a sharp tongue.

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Stephen Vincent Benet

Stephen Vincent Benet (July 22, 1898 – March 13, 1943) was an American poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is best known for his book-len…
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