Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1845-1851, 1846-01-03

was the means of calling attention this subject by the
in your paper of poetiea euson suggested
visit 10 the spot October last and your paper has
now more extended circulation State than
when the poem hrt published, will crafty
Der of readers ladies and gentlemen by again giving
it place in your excellent paper
Lines,
Sugpssfed by pisn 10 the Tippecanoe Battle Ground
in October, loi5.
by MRS. SARAH T..
NV heart was still within me, for stood,
In trembling ave. consecIated ground
IJpon the soil made sacred by the blood
of Western chivary; and though found
No stored marble there 10 proudly sound
The names of those who fell, or bear a trace
OF gratitude the old trees stood around,
Like giant senlinels 10 guard the place,
Wearing the hullet-scaIs time could not all eface
Oh there times when the anfettered mind
Goes out from its clay tenement, and strays,
In DIRE ans all fanciful and underlined,
Amidst the moudepg records of old days.
Dim forms start up before US as we raise
In fancy's light the dark mysterious seal
OF buried yearsl shadows are there we gaze
Upon the terrible, hear see and feel
Things that sign, no word hath power to reveal.
Thus was spe-bound there, and fancy wrought
A thrilling before 1t night
Within green old Forest and thought
lire Of watch fires burning strangely bright,
Sent up phan astic streams Of htiul light
Amidst the summer leaves. Then tents arose,
And warlike weapons CLEANED upon my sight,
And meD, unconscious of approaching foes,
Wrapt in that sweet oblivion, toil-earned repose.
Many a one, forgetting every care,
Had wandered far away, and IN his trance,
Was sitting in his quiet home, and there
Recruiting his strange peiis, and peichance,
He smiles to see how dangers past enhance
The Joys around him. Sleeping soldier, pour
The wealth of thine affection in that glance
At thy hearts idols, for thy days ale Ger;
Thou thy home, thy brighteyed children more
A death shot rang upon midnight air.
Hark bark Oh God, that wild unearihy yell,
Told but too truly that the foe there,
And fIoze the very life blood where it fell.
Then from prairie, thicket, stream and dell,
Arose the sound e the unequal strife,
Ard ere he half kened men could tell
From whence the deah-blows came the ground was rife
With many CHASTITY and crimson stream Of life
Secure within the tall prairie grass
That grew in wild luxurance round the scene,
The painted warriors firmly kept the pass,
And still behind this slight but fitting
Took fatal aim, themselves the while unseen.
Oh God there is scene so full of Dread
As such a battle IN the night ween
The raying cry, the shrieks, the groans, the tread
OF maIchng squadrons o'eI the dying and the dead
The sharp, shrill ffe-note and the cashing steel
The lightning flashes smoke and streaming gore,
As ranks advance make ready, charge and wheel,
Many uf whom, perchance, Will charge no more.
The loud command, the deep incessant roar,
As voey after volley loudly tells
It's tale of blood, repeated DER and DER
Along the deep ravines and secret cells
Amidst the craggy rocks where babblins echo dwes.
Long, long they fought and bravey, but the foe
Had the advantage; where the watch-iIe s threw
Along the broken ranks ruddy glow,
Like winged lightning shafts the bullets flew
With the uneIrlng aim, so strangely true
OF savage marksmen; not a single eye,
Qnailed IS the esdful contest deeper grew
They counted il little thing TO die;
A wound, pang, groan, struggle and sigh
Al length streak of light, all cold and gray,
Slowly along the dim horizon spread;
Then the dark baitle-cloud rolled up and lay
Like strange pail above the unshrouded dead.
No dirge was sung no word Of prayer was said
As weeping comrades took their mute farewell,
Ere they departed hence, with stealing tread,
Leaving the hastily made graves to tell,
Where many gallant soldier nobly fought and fell
My dream departed the blue sky above
Was bending down beautiful and fair
AS if the spirit of Almighty love
Aud Gods omnipolence resting there.
The forest leaves waved in the morning air
CaIessngy, aud there was not one stain
On the bright pebbles OF gIeen-sward TO bear
The record Of the battle-stfife, the pain,
The goans the agony, the death wounds Of the slain
The was strangely changed since that sad night
Then soil, grass, bramble bush and led.
Now, all were fresh green, beautiful and bright;
The hower-embIoidered carpet Nature spread
Was fair enough 10 grace angels tread.
The dew-drops trembled IN the passing breeze
And fell in fairy showers upon my head;
The wild-brds caroed in the leafy trees
As though they stove with strange variety to please
The memory of that lovely spot doth seem
10 uemble Ger my heart-strings 18th a thrill,
Like some bright fragment of a broken dream.
gentle stream narrowed to r
Winds, like line OF Sunbeams, round the hill,
Aud nipples DER the shining stones that pave
Its narrow channel, with a soft low trl
OF music 10 the flowers that stoop TO lave
Their petals in the spray, or kiss the laughing
have token Of the dreamy hour
spent beside the ashes of the brave;
1t IS little faded purple flower
That grew alone upon the common grave.
love II. for 1t saw the old trees
Their giant-arms above it in mid-air,
That stood there on the bltte-night and gave
Protection TO the men, ana bore share
OF bullet wounds with those who noby persisted there
Fair Indiana thou wilt not forget
IL was FOR thee they poured liie's crimson tide;
1t was for thee my own bright home, they met;
II was on thy bosom that they battled, died
And IL will be thy glory and thy pride
To bid the monumental marble Use,
Where their ashes slumbcr side by side,
Beneath the flowers that lift their dewey eyes
Toward the stars that bum aud sparkle oer thy skies.
No. thou wilt not forget the savage, fame,
The cleaning tomahawk aud scalpipg knife
And thou wilt keep most saciedly the fame
OF those who flew rom home. friends children, wife,
To thy defence, in that fell border strife,
When clouds that hover DER thee now aie rent
And Thy broad bosom is 18th blessings rife
Whom happiness, peace, plenty and content
Make thee amidst thy sister States pie-emincnt.
The report Of Mr. Nelson's remarks, on Tuesday
last, in relation to granting relief to the Manual La
Dor College, may be liable to Misrepresentation His