An Army Corps on the March

With its cloud of skirmishers in advance
With now the sound of a single shot snapping like a whip, and now an irregular volley
The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades press on
Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun—the dust-cover'd men
In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the ground
With artillery interspers'd—the wheels rumble, the horses sweat
As the army corps advances