Daily Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1860-1862, 1861-12-01

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The nnight-the misery-the gloom
Aud glory of this present WARP
Shall poet-souls amid the gloom
Go forth, as sentinels are set,
And through the midnight watches pace
Each bold and hammered parapetf-
To gather up with eeaseless care -
The record of nations wrongs
And send them forth to distant lands
In yalor's stern and stately songss
Nay nay t-those histories come to as,-
As War pours forth her clarion strein
We Iisten-seared with sorrow, low
We bow amid our bitter pain - ga
From every wave that red with gore
Runs crimson to the setting sun,
wall steals up, that evermore
Piercss the mist-wreaths, rolling dun,
And sheathes its sorrow in our hearts
Till scarce we heed the victory won.
As in old Revolutions day
When Victory laurelled Ger the brow
OF rebe2 ehieftains-so the bay
Is borne Dy - rebel ~ SOuthrOnS now.
Yet-yet from each reu>held comes up
That cry which pierces heart and brain,
The iron entering bosoms there
Strikes hopss to tss-ah all in vain
Goes up the shout of men-we kneel 49,
Where woman should-to wall the slain
AaaaSsa heard that fearful cry, aa
And evermore its anguished sound
Steals up in wierd and ,wildered strain
From many a 80 dark and bloody ground"
Bethel ard Spring field heard it sigh, 7
And Leesbstrg echoed deep and dread,-
And nov from Belmont swells the cry
'sSBring forth The dead 1.-The noble dead -
Old Misslssippi's waters cleaned 81
As in the golden days Of yore,
And Autumn's torches glowed and burned.
Like sunset glories on the shore.
On hillside green and peaceful vale,
On distant dome and shining spire,
Thssun's meridian splendors lay
In waves Of glowing, living fire.
How tranquil all Nay, see you shore
Has banners floating far and wide 80
And ornaments Of gallant men ta
Are moving to the waters side.
They cross the streaus-theS sounds the trumI
Then rolling drum and thrilling ffe
Tell ed-browed Battles gorgeous pomp
Is blackening in the desperate strife.
They've met the foe Their banners wave
On high above the smoke and gloom,
Which bangs its shrouding funeral pail l'v
Where manhood sterniy marks his tomb
Where with his energies immortal
BE makes the road 10 honor straight,
And forces open gloryis portal
Though standing face to face with Fate ~
Behold him there! The gallant RHEA,
As on the battles bloody marge,
He waves his reHc-sword on high,
Loud cheering on the desperate chargsl
/" To victory or death I lead on ~ -.-s.1
And furious was the charge they made,
For In his heart he bore the words
Egrayen on his battle blade.
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Down close the clouds Anon they rise-gFE
They're swept aside--what do we see IL
The leader stricken to the plain
q Yet fighting still upon his kneeia saf
" Surrender Through the iron shower
Come laundering on the swarming hordes,
" Surrender You are in our power!
Vain, vain the menaee-list his words;
His head erect, his proud lip curied,
q No-aerer-wili yield the sword,
Once by my fathers father bornei"
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Fsilen-fallen-stricke to his knee -
His right arm raised-his forehead bare
All I tits gallant sight TO see >Ht -
That quiet grandeur In his air ~
Amid the cannon's laundering blarel & 1E
Il was a stern and raild face s 1s'te
Yet grandly glorious to behold,
And full Of that majestic calm
That Grecian heroes wore of old.
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They've struck him downi Aseors Of foes -
Glare, thirsting for his latest breath
Gods rest, oh gallant heart, be thine, a.
Who found both Victory and Desthi -.
The Southland turns her streaming eyes
To where thy blood baptized her sod, -
For her thy glorious sacrifice
Fbr- her thy spirit passed to God.
And thon art gone. The brave, the proud,
With eye Of fire, and arm Of might, ss-E I
Beneath the sable battle-cioud saSssst - . Z
Thy spirit passed. ssGod speed the right pr
The language Of thy latest breath, s s -
Gods peace be thine, who nobly sought
The arms Of Victory and Death II u
10 hero souls Of every cline @ spE &
The record OF thy death remains,
Engraven on the shaft which Time
Shall rear upon our history's plains.
This Southern land for thee to-day = =
VIII build OF loving hearts shrine,
And every heart xrfif in - 49, 30 ~ y