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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521210" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Congressmen Came Out To See Bull Run</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The congressmen came out to see Bull Run,<br>The congressmen who like free shows and spectacles.<br>They brought their wives and carriages along,<br>They brought their speeches and their picnic-lunch,<br>Their black constituent-hats and their devotion:<br>Some even brought a little whiskey, too.<br>(A little whiskey is a comforting thing<br>For congressmen in the sun, in the heat of the sun.)<br>The bearded congressmen with orator's mouths,<br>The fine, clean-shaved, Websterian congressmen,<br>Come out to see the gladiator's show<br>Like Iliad gods, wrapped in the sacred cloud<br>Of Florida-water, wisdom and bay-rum,<br>Of free cigars, democracy and votes,<br>That lends such portliness to congressmen.<br>(The gates fly wide, the bronze troop marches out<br>Into the stripped and deadly circus-ring,<br>'Ave, Caesar!' the cry goes up, and shakes<br>The purple awning over Caesar's seat.)<br>'Ave, Caesar! Ave, O congressmen,<br>We who are about to die<br>Salute you, congressmen!'<br>Eleven States,<br>New York, Rhode Island, Maine,<br>Connecticut, Michigan, and the gathered West,<br>Salute you, congressmen!<br>The red-fezzed Fire-Zouaves, flamingo-bright,<br>Salute you, congressmen!<br>The raw boys still in their civilian clothes,<br>Salute you, congressmen!<br>The Second Wisconsin in its homespun grey,<br>Salute you, congressmen!<br>The Garibaldi Guards in cocksfeather hats,<br>Salute you, congressmen!<br>The Second Ohio with their Bedouin-caps,<br>Salute you, congressmen!<br>Sherman's brigade, grey-headed Heintzelman,<br>Ricketts' and Griffin's doomed and valiant guns,<br>The tough, hard-bitten regulars of Sykes<br>Who covered the retreat with the Marines,<br>Burnside and Porter, Wilcox and McDowell,<br>All the vast, unprepared, militia-mass<br>Of boys in red and yellow Zouave pants,<br>Who carried peach-preserves inside their kits<br>And dreamt of being generals overnight;<br>The straggling companies where every man<br>Was a sovereign and a voter-the slack regiments<br>Where every company marched a different step;<br>The clumsy and unwieldy-new brigades<br>Not yet distempered into battle-worms;<br>The whole, huge, innocent army, ready to fight<br>But only half-taught in the tricks of fighting,<br>Ready to die like picture-postcard boys<br>While fighting still had banners and a sword<br>And just as ready to run in blind mob-panic,<br>Salutes you with a vast and thunderous cry,<br>Ave, Caesar, Ave, O congressmen,<br>Ave, O Iliad gods who forced the fight!<br>You bring your carriages and your picnic-lunch<br>To cheer us in our need.<br>You come with speeches,<br>Your togas smell of heroism and bay-rum.<br>You are the people and the voice of the people<br>And, when the fight is done, your carriages<br>Will bear you safely, through the streaming rout <br>Of broken troops, throwing their guns away.<br>You come to see the gladiator's show,<br>But from a high place, as befits the wise:<br>You will not see the long windrows of men<br>Strewn like dead pears before the Henry House<br>Or the stone-wall of Jackson breathe its parched<br>Devouring breath upon the failing charge,<br>Ave, Caesar, ave, O congressmen,<br>Cigar-smoke wraps you in a godlike cloud,<br>And if you are not to depart from us<br>As easily and divinely as you came,<br>It hardly matters.<br>Fighting Joe Hooker once<br>Said with that tart, unbridled tongue of his<br>That made so many needless enemies,<br>'Who ever saw a dead cavalryman?'<br>The phrase<br>Stings with a needle sharpness, just or not,<br>But even he was never heard to say,<br>'Who ever saw a dead congressman?'<br>And yet, he was a man with a sharp tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</a><div class=q>
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The congressmen who like free shows and spectacles.
They brought their wives and carriages along,
They brought their speeches and their picnic-lunch,
Their black constituent-hats and their devotion:
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