UNCOLONELEDThough war-signs fail in time of peace, they say,Two awful portents gloom the public mind:All Mexico is arming for the frayAnd Colonel Mark McDonald has resigned!We know not by what instinct he divinedThe coming trouble—may be, like the steedDescribed by Job, he smelled the fight afar.Howe'er it be, he left, and for that deedIs an aspirant to the G.A.R.When cannon flame along the Rio GrandeA citizen's commission will be handy.
Though war-signs fail in time of peace, they say,Two awful portents gloom the public mind:All Mexico is arming for the frayAnd Colonel Mark McDonald has resigned!We know not by what instinct he divinedThe coming trouble—may be, like the steedDescribed by Job, he smelled the fight afar.Howe'er it be, he left, and for that deedIs an aspirant to the G.A.R.When cannon flame along the Rio GrandeA citizen's commission will be handy.