Rhode Island 5th Regiment Civil War Poem

Rhode Island in the Civil War

THE DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENT

(Fifth Rhode Island)

By Clinton Scollard

Who with the soldiers was stanch danger sharer,

Marched in the ranks through the shriek of the shell?

Who was their comrade, their brave color-bearer?

Who but the resolute Kady Brownell!

Over the marshland and over the highland,

Where'er the columns wound, meadow or dell,

Fared she, this daughter of little Rhode Island,

She, the intrepid one, Kady Brownell!

While the mad rout at Manassas was surging,

When those around her fled wildly, or fell,

And the bold Beauregard onward was urging,

Who so undaunted as Kady Brownell!

When gallant Burnside made dash upon Newberne,

Sailing the Neuse 'gainst the sweep of the swell,

Watching the flag on the heaven's broad blue burn,

Who more high-hearted than Kady Brownell!

In the deep slough of the springtide debarking,

Toiling o'er leagues that are weary to tell,

Time with the sturdiest soldiery marking,

Forward, straight forward strode Kady Brownell.

Reaching the lines where the army was forming,

Forming to charge on those ramparts of hell,

When from the wood came her regiment swarming,

What did she see there, this Kady Brownell?

See! why she saw that their friends thought them foemen;

Muskets were leveled, and cannon as well!

Save them from direful destruction would no men?

Nay, but this woman would, Kady Brownell!

Waving her banner she raced for the clearing;

Fronted them all, with her flag as a spell;

Ah, what a volley, a volley of cheering

Greeted the heroine, Kady Brownell!

Gone (and thank God!) are those red days of slaughter!

Brethren, again we in amity dwell;

Just one more cheer for the Regiment's Daughter!

Just one more cheer for her, Kady Brownell

(The Chautauquan, Volume 31, 1900)

Submitted by Cathy Danielson

THE DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENT (Fifth Rhode Island) By Clinton Scollard Who with the soldiers was stanch danger sharer, Marched in the ranks through the shriek of the shell? Who was their comrade, their brave color-bearer? Who but the resolute Kady Brownell! Over the marshland and over the highland, Where'er the columns wound, meadow or dell, Fared she, this daughter of little Rhode Island, She, the intrepid one, Kady Brownell! While the mad rout at Manassas was surging, When those around her fled wildly, or fell, And the bold Beauregard onward was urging, Who so undaunted as Kady Brownell! When gallant Burnside made dash upon Newberne, Sailing the Neuse 'gainst the sweep of the swell, Watching the flag on the heaven's broad blue burn, Who more high-hearted than Kady Brownell! In the deep slough of the springtide debarking, Toiling o'er leagues that are weary to tell, Time with the sturdiest soldiery marking, Forward, straight forward strode Kady Brownell. Reaching the lines where the army was forming, Forming to charge on those ramparts of hell, When from the wood came her regiment swarming, What did she see there, this Kady Brownell? See! why she saw that their friends thought them foemen; Muskets were leveled, and cannon as well! Save them from direful destruction would no men? Nay, but this woman would, Kady Brownell! Waving her banner she raced for the clearing; Fronted them all, with her flag as a spell; Ah, what a volley, a volley of cheering Greeted the heroine, Kady Brownell! Gone (and thank God!) are those red days of slaughter! Brethren, again we in amity dwell; Just one more cheer for the Regiment's Daughter! Just one more cheer for her, Kady Brownell
(The Chautauquan, Volume 31, 1900) Submitted by Cathy Danielson