Excerpt from Casey at the Bat
Ernest Lawrence Thayer
Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat.
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat
When Casey steps to the plate, the mood of the crowd can best be described as
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