Now, LINCOLN, gallant gentleman, lies dead upon the field, Who strove to stay those cravens, when before the storm they reeled. Fire, WASHINGTON, fire fast and true! Fire, SHERMAN, fast and far! Lo! BRAGG comes thundering to the front, to breast the adverse war! SANTANA thinks the day is gained! On, on his masses crowd, And the roar of battle swells again more terrible and loud. NOT YET! Our brave old General comes to regain the day; KENTUCKY, to the rescue! MISSISSIPPI, to the fray! Again our line advances! Gallant DAVIS fronts the foe, And back before his rifles, in red waves the Lancers flow. Upon them yet once more, ye brave! The avalanche is stayed! Back roll the Aztec multitudes, all broken and dismayed. Ride! MAY!--To Buena Vista! for the Lancers gain our rear, And we have few troops there to check their vehement career. Charge, ARKANSAS! KENTUCKY, charge! YELL, PORTER, VAUGHAN, are slain, But the shattered troops cling desperately unto that crimsoned plain; Till, with the Lancers intermixed, pursuing and pursued, Westward, in combat hot and close, drifts off the multitude. And May comes charging from the hills with his ranks of flaming steel, While shattered with a sudden fire, the foe already reel: They flee amain!--Now to the left, to stay the torrent there, Or else the day is surely lost, in horror and despair! For their hosts pour swiftly onward, like a river in the spring, Our flank is turned, and on our left their cannon thundering. Now, good Artillery! bold Dragoons! Steady, brave hearts, be calm! Through rain, cold hail, and thunder, now nerve each gallant arm! What though their shot fall round us here, yet thicker than the hail? We'll stand against them, as the rock stands firm against the gale. Lo! their battery is silenced! but our iron sleet still showers: They falter, halt, retreat!--Hurrah! the glorious day is ours! In front, too, has the fight gone well, where upon gallant LANE, And on stout Mississippi, the thick Lancers charged in vain: Ah! brave Third Indiana! you have nobly wiped away The reproach that through another corps befell your State to-day; For back, all broken and dismayed, before your storm of fire, SANTANA'S boasted chivalry, a shattered wreck, retire. Now charge again, SANTANA! or the day is surely lost-- For back, like broken waves, along our left your hordes are tossed. Still faster roar his batteries,--his whole reserve moves on; More work remains for us to do, ere the good fight is won. Now for your wives and children men! Stand steady yet once more! Fight for your lives and honors! Fight as you never fought before!