An Army Corps on the March.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.

An Army Corps on the March.

WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance, With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a
whip, and now an irregular volley, The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades
press on; Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun—the dust-cover'd
men, In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the
ground, With artillery interspers'd—the wheels rumble, the
horses sweat, As the army corps advances.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.