C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Moonlight March

I SEE them on their winding way,

About their ranks the moonbeams play;

Their lofty deeds and daring high

Blend with the notes of victory;

And waving arms, and banners bright,

Are glancing in the mellow light.

They’re lost, and gone; the moon is past,

The wood’s dark shade is o’er them cast;

And fainter, fainter, fainter still

The march is rising o’er the hill.

Again, again the pealing drum,

The clashing horn,—they come, they come;

Through rocky pass, o’er wooded steep,

In long and glittering files they sweep.

And nearer, nearer, yet more near,

Their softened chorus meets the ear.

Forth, forth, and meet them on their way:

The trampling hoofs brook no delay;

With thrilling fife and pealing drum,

And clashing horn, they come, they come.