Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1847-01-14
POETRY.
FROM THE ST. LOUIS nEvEILLE.
THE sToRMING OF MONTERREY


BY CAPT. ,. II. n. GARDENIER, y.sa
Fling out your banners to tho breeze
Fife drum aud trumpet play
linda untcdiy your weapons seize -
We march to Monterey.
IT'S true that many in our ranks
Must bleed and die to-day:
Enough reward, their country's thanks.
Forward. TO Monterey.
The Nc xcans, in yondcr WALLS,
Shall dearly rue this day;
Eorcv'y one of us that falls,
Shall ttco in Monterey.
The gallant TAYLOR at our head,
Who fingers by the way,
Ibis very name is heard with dread
Yonder, at Monterey.
Keep clos'd your files !-Grasp gun md sxvor,,,
Your chivary display
laurel wreath is your reward,
Or death, at Monterey.
BE firm and staunch Kcpel all thought
or lov'd ones far away
Twill glad their hearts to hear You foagh,
So well, at Monterey.
Sound, sound the trumpet! Wake the drum,
Nought can our hearts dismay;
Beneath the 'stars and stripes We come,
To conquer Monterey
The clink OF arms is heard around:
Impatient chargers neigh:
They march for Monteey?
From housc-top, battery, and street,
The heavy ordnance play;
But still they face the iron slcct;
On! on to Monterey!
In torrents pours the metal rain,
And sweeps ranks away:
But 6crcer rings that shout again,
Con on to Montcrcy!''
The Infantry, with eager pace,
Advance in bold array
Wills. strong m m1rk,d on sy,ry face
On press Observation-Disclosures
Impatient Of delay;
Each vics with each, in haste, TO be
The first in Monterey.
From yondcr hill, in war clouds vcil'd
The vapor curls away; Tscard
And, bark the shoat-''woaru's troops have
The heights of Montcrrcy!''
The fortress town is still the foes
The day-ligh fades away
The living with the dead rcposc
Ia front of Monterey.
The living and the CORY dead,
Together, silent lay,
Upon that chill and chccrcss bed
In front of Monterey.
SO deep their sleep, ,twere hard to tell.
As through the field yon stray,
Who lives TO fight from him who fell
Bcscigng Monterey.
The living, wounded, and the dead
The beast and bird of prey -
Great God that night Of dread
That night at Monterey.
Again the trumpet, drum and fife
As grmly dawns the day.
Awake the living TO the strife
OF death, at Monterey.
fn% psi dan, and cold their ranks they form.
And rush, like some terrific storm
Again t'wards Monterey.
Again the din the clash of steel,
The tumult Of the fray
Gun answers gun-wi,h peal on peal =
Nc enter Monferey.!
And now from breast work, house, and street.
The 'hck'ning missiles play =
III one tremendous fiery sheet
Envelope Monterey.
Too great the odds their stand to keen
The bravcst must give way;
The living with the dead must sleep,
Again, at Monterey.
1tco nights, hungcr'd, on the field.
Upon their arms they lay;
And yet, they never thong Int TO yield
Those men at Monterey
That second night! Fatigucd and cold
That starving band survey:
And tell me- where beat hearts more bold
Than those at Montereyf
Peal out the drum and trumpet blast.
In honor Of this day;
II rs the third lit is tho last:
WE'vE coNoUERED MoNrEnEYii,
he iron shouts of cannon ihroats
10 silence yield their sway
The banner Of OUR COUNTRY floats,
Proudly at + Monterey!
With dropping flag, mid way its staff,
we mourn the dead to day
he tins their proudest cpitaph,
TREY FELL AT MoNTEREy,!i
Jefferson Barracks, no.. Dec IL, 1916.