The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-07-27
Quetitd,
The Battle.
ThAksIITEp FROM SCHILLER. BY SrR z. BuL
... wER LYrToN.
Heavy and solemn,

Heavy and solemn,
- s-.. A cloudy column,
Through the green plain they marching came
AeasuTeless spread, like q table dread,
E0r the wild grim dice Of the iron game.
Looks are bent on The shaking ground,
Hearts beat loud, with knelling sound;
swinly BY the breasts that must bear the bruut,
6allops the mSJOr along the front
"Hahw
And foltered they stand at the stark command,
And The warriors, silent. halt ...
Proud In the blush Of morning glowing,
what on the hill top shines in nowing'
HSOe you the f0eman's banners wavingf"
"We see the fOeman's banners waving I"
G'God be with ye, children and wife !"
Hark 70 the music-the trump and the dfe-
How they ring through the rankS, which they rouse
TO the strife!
Thrilling they sound, with their glorious tone
Thrilling they 60, through the marrow and bonel
Brothers, Cod grant, when this life is DER,
In the life 10 come that We meet once more!
See the smoke how che lightning is cleaVins assuu'
der!
Hark! the guns, peal on peal, how they boom in
their thunderl
From host 70 host, with kindling sound,
The shouting slSnaI clFcles tounu
Ay, shout II forth 10 life or DEATH
Ffeer already breathes the bteathi
The war 10 wagins, slaughter raging,
And heavy through the rseking pail
The iron death dice fall
Nearer they closo-foes upon foes
"Ready!" from square 10 square 1t goes.
They kneel az one man, from flank TO flank,
ARd the 2re comes sharp from the foremost rank.
Many soldier to earth is sent,
Many gap by the ball is rent;
Over the course before springs the hinder man,
That the line may not fail 10 the fearless van.
To the right, 10 the left, and around aud around,
Death whirls In its dance on the bloody ground.
Gods sunlight is quenched In tie fiery fight,
Over che host fails brooding night!
Brothers, God grant, when this life Is o'er,
In the life to come that We meet once more!
The dead men lie bathed in the weltcring blood,
And the living are blent In the slippery food,
And tho feet, as they reeling and sliding go,
Stumble still on the corses that sleep below.
t.What! Francis i-Give Charlotte my last fare
WE'LL"
AZ the dying man murmurs. the thunders swell.
4.C7A g,ve-o God are their guns neari
Ho! comrades!-yon volley !-look sharp to tn
Teari
I'll give to thy Charlotte thy last farewell;
Sleep soft where death thckest descende,h in rain
The friend thou forssk, tn thy 81 le may regain /"
HitherwHrd, thithsrward rees the fight;
+ DaEkly and moro darkly day glooms into night;
Brothers, God grant, when this life is o'er,
In tue life to como that we meet once more!
Hark 10 the hoofs that galloping go
The adutants lying-
The horsemen press hard on the painting foe,
Their thunder beomS, In dying
Victory!
Terror has seized on the daStards all,
Aud their colorS fall!
Victory!
Clescd Is the brunt Of the glorious fight!
Aud the day, like conqueror, bursts on tho night
Trumpet aud 6fs swelling choral along,
The triumph already sweeps marching In song.
Farewell, fallen brotbers though this lif: be DER
There's another, in which we shall meet you one
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