In the cool of morning Andrew Jackson came,
A young man riding on a horse of flame,
Tossed the reins to a black boy, and strode
High-booted and quick-oathed to court and code.
Of a sultry noontime General Jackson stalked,
A grimness that put silence where men talked.
The fluttering of the gossips thinned and fled;
They knew where General Jackson left his dead.
And now the twilight. History grows dim.
The traffic leads, we no more follow him;
In bronze he rides, saluting James K. Polk,
His horse’s rump turned to us in the smoke.
(Donald Grady Davidson)
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