The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1859-08-07
THE BATTLE.
Translated from Schiller by Sir E. Buwer Lytton

THE BATTLE.
Translated from Schiller by Sir E. Bulwer Lytton
Heavy and eoemn,
A cloudy column,
Through the green PLATA they marching came;
Measureess spread, ike table dread,
For the Wild, grim dice OF the iron game
Looks are bent on the shaking ground,
Hearts beat loud with n kneeling sound.
Swift by the breasts that must bear the brunt
Gailops the major alorg the 'front.'
"aaitr'
And iettered+hey stand AT The stark command
Ana the warriors, silent, halt.
Proud in The blush Of morning glowing
what on the hill tops shines 10 flowing?
"See you the feomsn's banners waving9"
1--WE zee the foeman's banners waving"
Good be With 20, children and wifel"
Hark 10 the musc--tbe trump and fife!
How they ring through the ranka which they to the
Thrilling they sound, with their glorious tome
Thrilling they go through the marrow and bone
Brothers, God trsnt when this life Is DER,
In the life 10 come We may meet once more,
See the smoke how the lightning is clear ,pg asunder,
Hakl the guns, peal on peal, bow they boom in the
The shouting signnl circles r,una.
Ay, shout It forth 10 life or death
Freer already breathes 'oe breath
The war is waging, 81 .uglter raging,
And heavy through the reskipg pail
Ine ron death dice fall
nearer tosy clr,se--foes upon foes--
HsAoy' Ho.n square 70 square it goes
I lG ,s kne st4 ss one man. f--o.
comes sharp from the foremost rank
~ soldier to earth Ii sent,
Many gap by the balls IL rent
Der the corse before springs the hinder man,
That the line may net fail TO the fearless van.
To the right, to the left, and around and around
Death whirs in its dance on the bloody ground
Gods sunlight rs quenched IN the fiery fight,
Over the hosts falls breeding night.
others, God grant, when this life 10 DER,
Ii the Life 10 come that we meet once more.
The dead men lie bathed in the wctering blood
And the living are bent in the slippery flood,
And the Il ct, ms they Keeling and sliding 20,
Stumble still on The corses that sleep belo~
''WhaN Frsncis give Charlotte my last farewelll'
Al the dying man murmurs the thunders SWELL
"PIl give-O God, are their guns 30 nearP
Ho, comrades-yon volley-look sharp TO the reRrl
I'll give " thy Charlotte shy last farewell:
Sleep eoft where death thickest cescendeth In RAIN
The friend ,hou.Sorsskcst thy side may regainl
Htherword, thithcrwerd reels the fight;
Dark and more darky day goons into night;
Brothers. God grant when this life liz DER
In tho life to come, that we meet once more
Hark 10 the hoofs that galleping gc
The sdjutants flying
Tho horsemen press hard on the painting foe,
Their thunder boom isdying-
Terror hes seized on the dastards all,
And their colors fall!
Victory
Closed Is the brunt OF the glorious fight;
And the day, like conqueror, bursts on the night,
Trumpet and 6fe swelling choral along
The triumph already sweeps marching In song
Farewell, fallen brothers; though this life ID DER,
Thcre's another in which shall meet you once moro.
TIE DEUM.
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