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The Southerners had Jackson
…And Jeb-led cavalry,
And none who was as crafty
…As gray fox Robert Lee.

The North looked for a hammer,
…And Lincoln fired the soft,
Until Grant, made of metal,
…Would lose, but battled oft.

The rebels had the leaders;
…The Union had the men.
The war was thus attrition:
…It was not which, but when.

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Jeb Stuart, in the midst of war,
…Rode by his family.
While on his horse, he kissed his wife –
…Goodbye in brevity.

Mere two days later, he was dead,
…Kissed by a sniper’s bee.
It was a single touch that took
…Him to eternity.

Of Stuart, Sedgwick later said,
…“He ruled the cavalry.
He was the greatest officer
…That we will ever see.”

The bullet, kiss, the spoken praise
…Were each a single tick,
Upon the ages’ lumb’ring clock,
…From one life that we pick.

How quick a stroke a brush may make
…And change fore’er a hue
On which the wind will blow all day
…And fall, in mornings, dew.

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