Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1861-10-11

r. Bulwer Lytton is Invested with new interest at i.
time, when war and rumors of war prevail We find IL
also in thi, country several years ago the translation
was then enormously ascribed to John Oyenford There
great German poet in the entire world Of literature:
Heavy and solemn, Na ..'.
..... cloudy column, .. ..E
Through the green plain they marching came;
Measureess spread like table dread, ..'' -.. ... .
For the wild grim dice of the iron game ..s
Looks are bent on the shaking ground
Hearts beat loud with kneeng sound
Swift by the breast that must bear the brunt, .,.
Ga'l0ps the Major along & the @s,f front %
And fettered they stand at the stark command,
And the warriors, silent, halt !
Proud in the blush of morning glowing
What on the hilltop shines in flowing?
~ See you the foemans banners waving"
g We see the foeman's banners wsvIf"
y" God be with you, children and wife :" %,
i!ark to the musc-the trump and the fife
Thrilling they sound with their glorious (srife
Thrilling they go through marrow and bone
B'ofaeys, God g,ssnt sohen This is Ger, ..f5'. 10.
IN the life to come that zee meet once more!
See the smoke, how the lightning is cleaving asunier
From host to host with kindling sound thunder
The shout and signal circles round
Ay, shou: it forth to life or death,
Freer already breathes the breath
The war Is waging-slaughter raging #. .. F..
And heavy through the reeking pail
The iron. Seata dice fall "
Nearer they close, foes upon foes
" Ready - ... .. ...
From square to square goes.
They keee as one man, from flank to flank
And AND the fire comes sharp from the foremost rank
Many soldier to earth Is sent; .rr.
Many gap by the ball is rent g.
Ger the course before springs the hinder man,
That the line may not fall to the fearless van.
To the right, to the left and around, and around,
Death whirls in its dance on the bloody ground,
GODS sunlight Is quenched in the fiery fight,
Over the host falls a broooing night ...
brothers, God grant when this life is o'er' -
lu the world to come, that we meet once more
The dead men lie bathed in the weltcring blood
And the living are blent in the slippery flood;
And thefeet as they reeliug and sliding 60,
stumble on the corses that sleep below. -r
" What! Francis-give Charlotte my last farewell"
As the dying man murmurs the thunders swell.
" III give God, are there guns near? 3D.. p.-
" lio! comrades-yon volley look sharp to the war.
" I'll give thy Charlotte thy last farewell
Sleep soft where death tickest descendeth in rain,
The friend thou forsakest thy side may regain !"
l1itherward, thitherward reels the fight
Dark and mere tarkly the day giooms to night ...
Brothers, God grant Mhen this life is DER,
In the life to cotne that We meet once mere
ITark to the hcofs that gaoping go!
The adjutants nyng-
The hnrsemcn press on the painting foe,
Their thunder booms, dying.
Terror has seized on the dastards all
And their coors fall
Closed is the brunt of the glorious fgt;
And the day, like conqueror burst on the night
Trumpets and fife swelling choral along
The triumph already sweeps marching In sCnc.
Farewell! fallen brohcrS-though this life be DER
There's another, in which shall you more