The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1828-06-19

Loniain gil arnosi, piu lontain l. ushergo!
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The shadows Of evening are thickenina,
twilight closes, and the thin mists are ris
ing in the valley; the last charging squad.
ron yet thundors in the distance, bat ii pres.
ses only on the foiled and scattered Toe.
For this day, the fight is over
And those who rode foremost in its fields
at morning, where ee they now ? On the
banks Of yon little stream there lies a
knight--hs life blood is ebbing faster than
It's tide. His shield is rent, and his lance
Is broken. Soldier, why faintcsi thou; The
blood that flows from that deep Wound
shall answer.
1t was this morning that the sun rose
bright upon his hopes--it sets upon his
grave. This day he led the forema,G rank
ofspears. that in their long row levdledL
when they had crossed the foes dark line,
death shouted in the onset II was the last
blow that reached him. He has con auered,
though he shall nottriumph in victory.
His breast plate is dinted--his helmet
has the trace of wsll.dea blows. The
scarf on his breast--she would shrink but
to- touch it now, who placed it ther1 Sol
der, what will thy mistress say (? SHE viii
say that her knight died worthiy.
Ay, rouse thee--for the fight yet chafcs
IN the distance Thy friends are shouting
thy pennon floats on high. Look on yon
crimsoned field, that seems to nook the
purple clouds above it!--prostrate they lie
drenchcd in their dark red pool--thy friend.
and enemics--the dead and dying The
veteran with the stripping Of day. The
namcoss trooper, and the leader Of an hun
dred hosts. Friend lies by friend. The
steed with his rider. And foes linked in
their long embrace their FIRST and last
the grpe Of death.
Far DER the field they lic, a gorgeous
prey to ruin White plume and steel mo
rion; sabre and atnghan; crescent and cross
rich vest and bright corslets--we came to
!he fight, a. we had come to feasting--
glorious and glittcring, even in death, each
warrior lies.
His last glance still seeks that Christian
banner. The cry that shall never be re
peatcd cheers on its last charge. Oh, bu
for strength bo reach the field once more
Ito die in the foes front Peace, Dire am
or! Thou hast done well. Tho place i,
the close rank is filled--ahd yet another
waits for his who holds it.
Knight, hast thou yet ,honght--bcnt
It on heaven. The past is gone; the futur,
lies before thee. Gaze on yon gorgeou:
sky--home should lie beyond it
Liie--honor-love--;h they pass 20 Hin
that gave them. Pride--that came or
like oceans sbillows--sce-rcund thee how
il lies, mnte and passive. The wealth,
here are poor. The high.born have M
precedence. The strong are powerless
the mean content. The fair and lsyal,
have no followers. Suldien she who spet
'hee on thy course TO day--her blue ev,
shall seek thee in the conqucring ranks to
morrow, but ii shall seek thee i'm vain
Well thus il is Mon shoullst have died! :
with all to live for Woulds, thou be bas,
10 have thy death blessinrs Proud mock.
shall mourn for thec--bright cvcs shal
weep for iher They that live shall cn,,
thee. Death glory takes optt thy sting.
The shades Of picht are drawing m
soldier, thine eyes.are darkeninc. A las
ray Of the sun yet lies upon tho distant hil
even as he sinks, thy soul shall follow him
Sec how thy stecd feeds beside thee. Hi
dark eye falls mildly on his master
he passes Poor wretch! thine eve see
wrong, yet knows il not. f,touse on. nm
heaven which guards It's meancst crea
tnres, send thee kind protector!
Warrior.--ay, the stream Of that ri
flows cool; but Thy lip no more shall Ia st
it. The moonlight that silvers iis whit
foam shal! glitter on thy corslet, when III
{ eye is closed and dim. Lo! now the nipl
is comug--tho mist 10 gathering on In
hill--thc fox steals forth to seek his oua,
ry--and the grey owl sweeps whirline b,
rejoicing in the stiffness. Oh, SOLDIER
hwo swee,ly DOW sounds thy lady's luie-
how fragrant are Ihs dew sprinkled Aov