The Yazoo City Whig. [volume] (Yazoo, Miss.) 1844-1851, 1846-12-25

Friday, December 9J, Is46.
roR rnr ZOO cIrY WIG.

FOR THE YAZoo CITY WHIG'
On the death of d. s., who died at Malta.
mOras:-A YazoO volunteer.
"Dalcc est pro patriamori. !"
Go forth, my son, the battle cry hath pcalcd:
Thy country needs thee; have marN'c tnln eyei
Il spoke thy wish. Thou wouldst unto the field,
Where freemen strive. The mother would deny;
But the proud prOmpungs OF her SEX. saith yield
And can she mar thy noble destiny!
No. no: go forth. onr God Thy guard will be,
And, on! when battling, know pray for thee.
Go forth, my boy, thy father bids thee go.
The blood OF freeme hath bcdew'd the plain;
Avenge their death, repcl tho treach'rous foe,
And then come bounding to thy home again.
Thy name on times historic scroll will glow,
And at one leap, thy country's love attain;
Go forth, 60 forth, II is thy sires command,
lie bids thee battle for thy native LAID.
The blessings given, tho sad ndieu is DER:
Father and mother, gentle sisters, all,
Have watched his fading figure, till no more,
Ii old its nature, grown to speak so small,
That the next tear-drOp hid il in that shore,
Where not gives answer, save to mem'ry's call.
The tea2 is past, the eager eve they strain,
II hath no use, he's gene, their gaze i'van
On Rio Grnndr, morning casts lie beam
The bugle sounds, the "forwSrd" word is given;
An Grsry's on lie way, their banner CLEANS,
While to their tramp the mighty earth seems
riVen:
But where is he? ths soldier laid, where CLEAN
HE noble features! All the sleep Of heaven,
10 falling DER him, soon the VAllies three
! Will tell whore sleeps the soldier Of the free.
Like the proud eagle With shattsr'd wing,
Who bears with Bounding Soul the battle cry;
Yet of all power bereft TO take the spring,
And soar exultant in the uPUost Sky;
| Droops his proud spirit out. FGst whitening.
Z - -. *
/ Am doon,'G TO death; no glorious wants 10 claim,
! A home eternal in the halls Of fame"
'eTo die at home with many loved enc nigh,
Gazing 90 anXiously upon thy face;
/ With tbs old mother too TO see thee die,
! And weep as time contracts thy feeble space.
( To hear the song thou IoVsdSt in days gone by;
: Ere mem'ry'S pen could one dark shadow trace.
/ 10 die like this, might half diSarm the sting,
/ Bat Stiil Ills death aud woe 80 such must bring"
"To die victorious on thS battlefield;
| To see before YOU erouchinR in the dust,
/ The formO Of those who dGT'd the brand 10 WELD
/ A Eainst thy arm, which battled in the trust;
/ That GOd would ever in HE MA 'Sty yield,
The palm OF Vict'ry 10 the good and just.
A death like this, might part diGsrR the sting;
| RuG still 'us death and woe 90 Susa mus' brAg."
"Ru,, GA! vha, tongue SGn speak the anguish
dread,
| or those who see the sun Of glOry shining,
/ In its ef1leeues bEiRht above their head;
! Yet feel fer them, no battle wreath s twininE,
! KnoF- thsy rust de- but act in strife be shsd;
Nsy On tho hreUOs eF shSir slain fees recliningi
| But die Of disease, fill the darkSoms biSar;
pie with the thoUgut," SOUR names will oil a
ear"
Hu. oS! not go. Their grateful laRd will weep,
AZ holy tears above their prairie grave,
As DER the Ones-who took their last, long sleep
'Mtdst the high battles grand. tsmPestueus wave
They died as great, as high reward will reap
; Their names are hst'ry's, martyrs, holy, brave,
On Frsodom'S altar, proudly, freely laid;
, They line in radiance, destined as'sr to fade.
ION.
Madison Parish, La.