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.