The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1859-08-10
BY EUGENE MARTIN.


a summers morn is dawning over Gardas
L quiet lake,
And through the Tyrol's Alpine mist the sun
V3-' beams slowly break
There are heaps of golden, Aeeoy clouds along
the eastern sky,
Where the gray mornings softened light its
radiance fings on high
The mulberry leaves are trembling in the
pleasant morning air,
And the wheat-felds shake the silver dew
from off their golden hair;
The Minaio musically rolls its stainless tide
3 Mid perfumed banks and olive groves, and
.h-.. wood-bird's sweetest seng. ar
Wis strange as yet no village chime hath rung
AaA to greet the dawn
OF this bright day in laughing June, the feast
of good st. John
vine-clad hills; .-
A serried line of armed men, each vale and
Es3o'a hillock fills;
And still away to where the towers of Castig-
-.vr :, lone rise, .. gs
The plain is dark with men who move like
clouds in the stormy skies.
Oh proud must be the Emperor-chief, to see,
-sgHT as they go by,
o The stern resolve that marks each face and
lights each flashing eye; .-...
For today he risks scepter, and the eagle of
npln3 the Seine,
Or his own imperial emblem, shall be tram
-s pied on the plain.
All not to-day shall village chime or shep-
herds note be heard
With far other kind of music shall the quiet
SO ae2 air be stirred! s
There are horsemen from the banks of Thesis
s- and vale of Temesvar,
And where the Danube rolls it's mighty flood
- by Vukovar;
There are warriors from the Szamos banks
and from the far Moldave,
Keen hunters from the Tyrol, and Croatiars
from the Save.
From the pleasant banks of Sual and Inn, and
~ vineyards of fTokay,
There is gathered many tribe upon the fatal
E field to-day.
q For many mile their drums and bugle-notes
6 are ringing clear,
And the thousand silken banners, o'er the
plain, floating far and near;
And as the rising sun looks down upon thel
lno FURNISHED steel, 4t-.|
II IT'S sight to stir the dullest blood and make
the coolest feel.
And see, from where yon mist o'er blue Chiese's
wave is spread,
Y Comes the tramp of other thousands, with a
.a9s9 soldiers measured tread
Amid the clouds of dust that rise their stand
ards proudly float.
You can see the shining lances-you can hsa,
IA the bugle-note.
On, on! where Pozzolengo sleeps, amidst it:
olive-trees,
They rush, with their wild battle-cry-thost
gallant Piedmontese.
And bark that cannons heavy boom. from
EW Solferino's hight,
Where hundred thousand bayonets are flash
ing in the light;
And now sheet of living fame leaps fercely
-HQlo- from each line a0
Where a hundred brazon cannon and those
dfa cleaning muskets shine; .l
And Cavriana, too, is lit with the real light o
war;
The very ground doth rock and sway as will
hlG anearthquakes jar. E1 j
Now faster to the front sweeps on the chiva al
F.na ryof Gaul; r ,,sa.t.,....f
Ne matter for the storm of grape that tear
.ohg5.@ their living wall .+
es Right up the hills, whose bristling crests ar
s5rm @ crowned with lurid flash, l-lrs
With thrilling cheer and bay'nets fixed tn
Zouaves boldly dash.
Ops moment, and the headlong charge
9ai 2a, bravely, fercely met. y3l4 yaf '-
And then the Austrian yields before the dead
~ DdyOuoI
Hill after hill, from every one, his men an
guns are hurled
Hill after hill from every one the tri-color'
unfurled,
: Now Solferino's hight is won, and back tn
CsaI 34 foeman reels, III .Itaa. .
I, But still he shows dogged front, and still hi
cannon peals; -- .-.
Inch by inch they yield the ground-thos
9di s1l solid, stubborn squares, PSI" -
While thorugh their thinned and gaping rank
80 ,,rsia the plopghing round-shot tears;
And on their TANKS, amid the muskets vol
leying thunder-crash,
Ten thousand horsemen freely charge, thei
E5a.Ha cleaning sabers clash; 81 9-9 suas
With dauntless courage all his own, the &c,
man stands--in vain t..s -4ff
The eagle OF the Hapsburgs lies trampled O
eialilso% the plain. '' 'aD
,Ias4a siGnl rogH' fs.J -aas. 4. .9'
oh the guns of France and Piedmont al
.v.foggo eloquent to-day. aa j. .1 .rs..f5.
And the solemn hills are listening to the fer
words they say;
From every one an answering shout, as
70 49, .thay too WOuld ioy n