Along Virginia’s wondering roads
While armies hastened on,
To Beauregard’s great Southern host,
Manassas fields upon,
Came Colonel Smith’s good regiment,
Eager for Washington.
But Colonel Smith must halt his men
In a dangerous delay,
Though well he knows the countryside
To the distant host of grey.
He cannot join with Beauregard
For Bull Run’s bloody fray.
And does he halt for storm or ford,
Or does he stay to dine?
Say, No! but death will meet his men,
Onward if moves the line:
He dares not hurry to Beauregard,
Not knowing the countersign.
Flashed in the sun his waving sword;
“Who rides for me?” he cried,
“And ask of the Chief the countersign,
Upon a daring ride;
Though never the lad come back again
With the good that will betide.
“I will send a letter to Beauregard,”
The Colonel slowly said;
“The bearer dies at the pickets’ line,
But the letter shall be read
When the pickets find it for the Chief,
In the brave hand of the dead.”
“Ready I ride to the Chief for the sign,”
Said little Dan O’Shea,
“Though never I come from the picket’s line,
But a faded suit of grey:
Yet over my death will the road be safe,
And the regiment march away.”
“In a mother’s name, I bless thee, lad,”
The Colonel drew him near:
“But first in the name of God,” said Dan,
“And then is my mother’s dear—
Her own good lips that taught me well,
With the Cross of Christ no fear.”
Quickly he rode by valley and hill,
On to the outpost line,
Till the pickets arise by wall and mound,
And the levelled muskets shine;
“Halt!” they cried, “count three to death,
Or give us the countersign.”
Lightly the lad leaped from his steed,
No fear was in his sigh,
But a mother’s face and a home he loved
Under an Irish sky:
He made the Sign of the Cross and stood,
Bravely he stood to die.
Lips in a prayer at the blessed Sign,
And calmly he looked around,
And wonder seized his waiting soul
To hear no musket sound,
But only the pickets calling to him,
Heartily up the mound.
For this was the order of Beauregard
Around his camp that day—
The Sign of the Cross was countersign,
(And a blessing to Dan O’Shea)
And the word came quick to Colonel Smith
For the muster of the grey.
(Michael Earls)
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