The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1853-12-17
Br MARY J. wIsDLE.

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Day had gone down along the hills, though yet
But few The stars in heavesly council met
Dyed by the sinking rays, the heavens assume
brilliant tint Of deep aud rosy bloom,
The lovely hectic Of declining day
HeisInnins its charms, and marking its decay
From hue 70 hue the varying spendo's fsde,
Aud melt into pale aud saffron shade.
All Is sill,
Save the faint tinkling Of the pebbled nll,
Or beetes drowsy hum, or bats shrill wall,
Or thrilling chant of love-lorn Nightingale.
The stream hath darken'd TO a purple hue
The turf is fresh with cool and fragrant dew,
And calm and peaceful fell the liquid ray,
mid rural scenery and woodland spray;
The long grass waved along the verdant plain
Another day, twas crushed benexth the slain
The river sparkIed thus The eve before
Another day, twas dinmed with crimson gorei
The wind scarce brcathed its melancholy NOAH
Another day, twas fraught with dying groans
But now, no sign Of death thine eyes shall scare;
No, all its beauty, verdure, fragrance there.
gentle slope includes the fntnl gfound,
With prairie grass and tutled wild flowers crowned.
Weary and well famishei band they lays
In dreams their thoughts are Tar away
In grateful slumber close their wearied eyes
Through painful marches aud tempestuous skies:
In thought ,-nigit their souls have backward been
To many tdnder face and beauteous scene
Oh YOU may gness from their unconscious gaze
Their souls are dreaming of far fading days.
The words OF parting tinge in their cars
How swcls their hearts each loved form appears
And ii yearns towards her. and her alone,
Whom youths fond dreams given them fur hei
And fair form before their dreaming sight
Glides like voiceess phantom of the night
From hese-rom her--'twas agony part
A sudden yell strikes chill upon their heart y
That angel form they never will see
Save in tho visions Of eternity.
What shouts, what demon screams,
Ring from that misty vale what fiery CLEANS.
Aud, bursting sudden on the startled can
In thousand cchoes rise that yell Of fear.
Far, far away the cavernd cliffs rosound
And mouatain echoes thunder back the sound.
Pour'd from the patiIess glen, the forests gloom,
Fierce ns n baud OF wolves they
Uah's dark chief with shaggy form pears,
Burning for blood, and shakes the thirsty spear.
Oh lurn and pity that brave suffering band
Before the Indians fury doomed to stand,
And with the life blood ebbng from their veins,
Feebly, yet Desperate still for victory strain.
Yes fdepared bravery claims tear,
Let mem'ry pause and kindly drop II here
Oh who shall sing that scene Of savage strife,
Where hatred gloried in the waste Of life
The hurried march, the look Of grim delight,
The YELL the hush, the Slaughter and the hght
The unweured in the cruel toll,
The boarded vengeance, and the rihed spoil
The fendsh revel in the wood,
The feast OF death, the banqueiing Of blood
A gallant band that crossed the western pale,
A shni,er ID few return to tell the tale.
Death when Thy shadowy scspue waves away
From his the pris'ner of decay,
Thcre Friendship views the close with sstenps eye,
Aud Loves lond lips inibibe the parting sigh
Blu, have such wild terrors clothed Thy brow,
Or such Keen torments edged Thy dart, as now
There is no loved to sprinkle now
4 One drop OF the lip aud brow F.!
No dong child to bring, with soundess loot.
Thr iulug potion the healing root
No tender look to meet the dying gaze
No tone OF foDdness heard in happier days,
To sosth the terors Of The spirits fight,
And speak Of mercy and OF hope to night.
The gaspng lip, loo weak for wall or prayer,
Scarce stirs the breeze, aud leaves no echo there's
And The sirong arm, nobly wont TO rear
The feaihcred target the ashen spear,
Drops powerless and cold f. the pzng of deah
Locks teeth, and chokes the struggling BREATH
Speak mercy--of the kindly glow
That warns the heart 10 spare fallen foe
They that faint and suited cry,
And mock dying fathers agony.
Great God Of vengeance |. with impious hand
Shall savage men stalk round western land
And shall no power thai guards the injured good
Look yon skiss and mark this deed Of blood
Oh us--oh ! MOTTO us is gwen
To read the Book, know The will OF Heaven
Oh there is grief for them and bitter tears,
And snguhed thoughts through long and cyIess years
And childish tongues will babble OF their names,
Aud lonely hearts win dwell upon the theme
Not with the whose obuu,ivc glare
Bursts in wild grief. or shoulders In despair
A sieut surface OF unruii.d woe,
That tells the depth Of feeling hid below.
All sleep together Der the natural tomb
The ticbend pine up Its form OF gloom,
And lone ccsciss shed their shadows gray,
Boomioss and ienHess, o'er the buried esy,
And there, too, calmly. codly bright
The midnight filings down her gro-ty tight
And Faith and Love, with iockd embrace
Entwine their arms. and guard the silent place.
Bat not, like meeors hash or shot starr ray,
Thy nsmeis ilI-fsied band shall pnss away;
but weeping History shall tell
How fought The brave and how the noble fsi
Asuiseros CRY, December 10, ls5a