Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1847-07-02
From the National Era.
The Angels Of Buena Vista.
BY J. q. WHITTIER,


The Angels of Buena Vista.
BY J. G. WHITTIER.
er writer from Mexico states that at the ter
OF Buen, Vista, Mexican women were seer
near the field OF death. for the purpose of Civ.
nd succor to the wounded One poor woman
! surrounded by the MANNED and suffering of
les, minlstcring To the wants of Americans as
lie Xlcans with impartial tenderness.
ID tell us our Xmena, looking Northward far
Fay,
camp of the invaders. DER the Mexican array,
losing who is winning are they far, or
me they nearl
und, and tell us, sister, whittier rolls the storm
hear.
he hills of Angostura still the storm Of battle
Is;
lowing, men are dying-God have mercy on
ir souls"
osing who is winning -" Over hill and
II plain,
,noke ofcannon clouding through the noun
rain"
her keep our brothers Look, Xmena, look
more;
zee the fearful whirwind rolling darkly as
,re,
n, in strange confusion, friend and foeman,
and horse,
wild and troubled torrent sweeping down
mountain course"
once more, Xmena! "Ah, the smoke has
ed away,
the Northern rifles cleaning down the
Is OF gray,
sudden blast of bugles! there the troop Of
on whees;
Northern horses thunder, with the cannon
heir heels"
= how it thickens now retreat and now
lncc
inst the blazing cannon shyers Puebla's
-nL lance
20, the brave young riders horse and foot
ther tail;
,o?wshare in is fallow, through them plows
Northern ball"
me the storm, and nearer, rolling fast and
,lmcna speak and tell US, who has lost and
has won"
as know not friend and foe together
ing rnsh the living pray, my sisters, for
all :"
wind the smoke is lifting: Blessed Mother
my brain
he wounded crawling slowly on, from heaps
AIN:
slagg"r. blind and bleeding now they fall
strive to rise;
jers, haste and save them, les, they die be-
our rycei'
carts love- oh my dear one lay thy poor
on my knee;
know the llps tina, kiss thee Carst thou
t, Al,
baud, brave and gentle oh my Bcr,al, look
more
sed Cross before thee. Mercy mercy all
RI"
ars, my poor Xin'cna ; lay thy dear one
10 rest
IDS be nleckly folded lay the Cross upon
,reast:
re be sung hereafter, and his funeral masses
'or bereaved one, the living ask Thy aid.
g her, family moaning, fair and young, a
rt lay,
hot and pierced with lances, bleeding slow
ic away;
ierIy before him the lorn Ximena knel,
G Northern Eagle shining on his pistol belt
led cry OF horror straight she turned away
read
aud bitter feeling looked she back upon
lead:
ard the youths low moaning and his strug.
breath al pain,
Iscd the cooling water to his parching lip.
II.
low the dying soldier, pressed her hand
iaintly smiled:
plying face his mothers did she watcl
le her child
anger words with meaning her woman.
supplied
is upon his forehead, Mother" mumurct
nd died
,urse upon them, poor boy, who led thee
gentle, sad eyed mother, weeping lonely
e North :"
mourniul Mexic woman, as she laid hin
her dead,
to soo'hc the living, and bind the wound
III bled.
once more, Ximena! Like a cloud bcfor,
vind
,at,lc down the mountains leaving bloc,
death behind;
plead III vain for mercy in the dus, I'll,
ided strive;
faces, holy angels oh, thou Christ of God
We
ght, among thy mountains let the cool
shadows fall;
hers, fighting demons-drop thy curtain.
all
'e ,hickening winter twilight, wide apar
|atlc rolled,
the sabre rested, and the cannon's lin
cold
lie Mexic women still their holy task pur
pat long, dark night of sorrow, worn an,
and lacking food;
and suffering brothers with tender car,
hung,
ng ioeman blessed them in a strange anc
hern tongue
lost, oh Father, is this evil world of ours
ough It's blood and ashes, spring afresh III,
flowers;
Ioklug hell of battle, Love and Pity SEND
prayer,
by white winged angels hover dimly in