CUSTER.
Joaquin Miller
h, it were better dying there - On glory's front, with trumpet's blare,
- And battle's shout blent wild about—
- The sense of sacrifice, the roar
- Of war! The soul might well leap out—
- The brave, white soul leap boldly out
- The door of wounds, and up the stair
- Of heaven to God's open door,
- While yet the knees were bent in prayer.