Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1840-12-25
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BY M'Donali Clarke.
A Lay for the Leader of Lundy's lane
garland for the glorious dead,
4 OF laures twinsd, and the tender grain
That waves Ger the soldiers Wondering head.
4. For many noble fellow fought,
Uncheer'd by hopes OF the Poets crown,
Whose grave the World has never sought,
Forgotten, like light-thats down.
Twas tae sunset of a Summers night
The moon burst out, like blot OF blood
Across its wild and dreary light,
Niagara threw its thunder Hood
The Almighty, whispering aloud,
Whose breath wove that eternal shroud.
Bayonets CLEAN, in the moonlight's ray.
Less bright than the eyes that fash below,
Banners wave, and bugies play,
Merrily, to their graves they go,
Merrily, as to a marriage feast,
To laugh with the girls, and quiz the Priest.
There's grave yard, close by Lundys lane,
The tombs look dim, by the CHASTITY raoon,
Pale as the light, that soon will wane;
For Death will duh his sickle soon,
As he hacks young flesh, and broken bones
OfHeroes-hark-tid you hear the groans.
God of the dying--fs begun
Beneath this Alright, calm, balmy night,
Tbs red blaze of the rafting gun
$50 near, their eyes, you see the white)
Flashes across the moonlights CLEAN,
Where sfatters blood, on the grass and stream.
The thunder of Niagaras roar
Deepens, in the cannons groan;
Yankees never known, before
Old Bull, that night wss made to own.
FOR, IN the teeth oithe tearing shot,
Rode on, the regal form OF Scott.
Leader OF Lusdy Lane-twas thine
In few fierce hours, name TO print,
CAS- quickly ranged the funeral Line)
Deep as the grave, and strong as flint
" Are you ready, Boysf-the answer came
Thro' shouts, aud shreks, and blood and flame.
Old England's battsr'd Veterans burst,
On our ranks, like sudden storm OF hail
Battle slaked its hot, brute thirst,
With brothers blood-will they quail!-thsy quail !.
When were Yankees known to yieldl
Not till death had gasped ard reerd.
Front 70 front-and eye to eve,
Foot to foot, and hand to hand,
Bayonets Jam, and bullets hy,
Defiance nerves tn uD Zinc hing Band,
Graphing, ill their dead eyes shut,
And their brains dashed out by the musket's butt.
o, what contrast ewxt that night,
So beautiful, 20 calm, pure,
And human eyes, With helrs dark Light
Enough to make man pause, Pm sure,
And think how flaming passions turn
The worIdt TO hell, If We let them, burn.
Here's wreath for the Leader Of Luadys Lane
Twas earnd-t shall be, forever, green
But there's a wreath withoia stain,
Won in mildeT, nober, scene,
Where mans bewildsring passions, strive,
And the whisper Of hell, Keeps the blaze alive.
Gaze that pale, faint, weeping girl
Trembling with feelings, she dare not own
She's at yoHr mercy-will you hurl
The heart that loves-where devils groan,
Will ysu rayish, away, Lifes richest gem,
And leave her to dream of Dea.h-and them.
Gaze on her smooth sweet tempting flesh
(Etheriazed by woman's soul)
So white, and clear and plump, and fresh,
And-turn, with an Angels self control,
Away from Temptations lovlicst Power,
And yours-will be brighter hear,
Than the victor ofLundy's Lane, can boast
Ayc-cven old Wellington, ever knew,
When he hurl'd his bolts, at the bsttled Host,
And was wreath'd with tn flames of Waterloo.
For the Victory Of Virtue, is nobler. far,
Than the HERDS badge or the Keralds star.
The triumph oftalents may secure
The mig htiest honors ofthe Mobs-
But this is foul, and dim, and poor,
Compared with that of the heart, that throbs
With quiet strength, to serve the Lord,
Though in this wicked World-applaud.
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