Southern standard. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1851-1856, 1851-02-22
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In Hinnon's vale under pail of night Death rests
alone The wind groans through his ribs. Tattoo
tattoo with hand of bone he beats his ruihbhhg
dfhn. They start.-the murderers start. From Wormv
beds beneath the sod their moulderng heads look out
Through bolted dungeon doors peep out white skulls
and the skeleton black that swung III the arr leaves
the raven asleep on his cracking cham Inc Anna
kim at Ashtaroth, the Syrian who slept on Abbana's
and paphars banks, the Jew Armageddon the Greek
at Phlegra, Colchs, and Mycale, wakes The slum-
bering hosts of Panym land, armed knights and lfF
des at Ascalon, Aspramont, and Montaban, start TO
life.
Tat-too.-tat-too. To feld.-to field! They start
Dv meteor-iights they march. Like storm they rat
tie by. Their pattering football cease. They re met
But neither shield spear, nor steel are there nor
bright-eyed Asian, farhared Greek, or bearded Jew,
has eye, or beard, or hair
Death shot his iron eve along the serried files, as
numberless as autumn's corpse-hke leaves MY mer-
ry merry men,, quoth he, ye gladth sight OF Death;
for ne 'er met such embodied force earth, lie are
host. sea of murderers But now' with SIX long
thousand years of toll, my bones weary, and my
darts are dull Gorged Pestilence and War asleep
ing in their dens rotting bones and bloody knives,
walk no more to and fro Methnks |, too, viii sleep
awhile beneath the sod Who III meantime my name
less deeds on earth do! To gorge and batten upon
dainty infancy ripened beauty, and savory manhood
he must be merciless. To let loose havoc, war; the
plague-to hurry on decay, SOW thick diseases keep
his weapons bright, he must not rest lie has ceased
As when sepulcra blasts grieve throughth church
ward cypressree the paudt of that bony host comes
murmuring along. Instant moulderng form preeml-
nent appears. Upon its front are crimson type that
seems to say:
aAIy merit learn from this. The streets of Rome
the Imperial, | made place of weeds. BY me, in
Cesars' palaces the ffu night wind answered to the
owl When the war-dogs did tire, Famine let loose
to prey men, till they did feed on one another, and
mothers upon their soft babes The faires of earth:
lands scanned with graves, till Attila called the
scourge of God and my fast-focking victims fount
Deaths halls too SMALL
The Visigoth is gone. Now prompt and fresh from
earth, the far-known Corsican appears fresh blood
staines spotting Ger his eprous bones, with charac
ters whose import is like this:
If faith to our great master win the guerdon hlgh
who more true than If tireless services, who bro
9 to our hungry he'd a game numerous | murders
+ nations in day. A continent my battle-held wher
hosts of fair, brave did melt away as snow-wreath
rdd ID by an April rain Its rivers run with blood
; Blood made fat its soil. Dead-heaps on heaps
dead-were piled, till the fmy air did rot"
From far, wasted form comes wandering by, an
on its front awful mark is set Beneath It's trea'
blood crieth from the ground:
t aRevenge ambition, fear, made others faithful
for our masters love brother slew. first dld snef
with blood the earth yet immaculate, ana shoWe
the murderous deed to inillionmultltudes OF men,
But for that act gentle had tempered the nero
Z blood of those who now make of each other dalnt
u fare for us and murder been till now word unknown
e am the first-the captain of the mWderers.a
1t Death yields him up his shadowy mace Ihey
vanished like the night Darkness films the stagge
np earth and faint and stagnant it clasp the cl
sing sepulchres The murder is abroad.