Weekly Trinity journal., 1862-06-28
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reading. There is. sublime majesty in the
march of its easy flowing numbers, that must
impress the lover of true poetry. The real fire
is here. Moreover it brings with vividness u
battle scene before us and should serve to repress
all undue anxiety to pecipitate that greatest O.
all horrors-a civil war.
Heavy and solemn,
Il cloudy column
Through the green plain they marching come!
Measureless spread. like a table of dread.
For the wild grim dice OF the iron game.
Looks are bent on the shaking ground,
Hearts beat loud with knellng sound,
Swift by the breasts that must bear the bruut.
I Gallops the major along the front;
Haiti"
And fettcred they stand at the stark command
Aud the warriors, silent, halt .
Proud in the blush of morning glowing,
What on the hilltop shines in flowing
" See you the foemans banner waving!
God be with you, shildren aud wife!'
Hark to the music--the drum and the fife
How they ring through the ranks, which they
rouse 70 the strife!
Thrilling they sound With their glorious tone,
Thrilling they go through the marrow and boHe'
| Brothers, God grant, when tAis life II oev.
In the life to come we meet enco more
Sec the smoke, how Me Lightning is c'e'ving
asunder!
Hark the guus peal on peal how they bo~n Ia
their thunder!
From host to host with kindllng sound,
The shouted signal circles around
Freer already breathes the breath
The war is wagiug, slaughter raging
Aud heavy through the reeking pail
The iron deah;dce fall
Nearer they close--toeS upon foes,
Ready from square to square it goes.
They kncel as one man from flank to flank,
Aud the fire comes sharp from the foremost rank.
Many soldier to earth is sent
Many gap 10y balls is rent
O'er the corpse before springs tho hindmo&t
man;
That the line may not fall to the fearless van.
To the right, to the left, and around and around,
Death whirs in its dance on tho bloody ground,
Gods sunlight is quenchcd in the fiery light,
O'er the host falls u brooding night
brothers, God grant when this life is DER,
Ia the life to come we meet oace more.
The dead men lie bathed in the weltcring blood,
Aud the living are blent in the slippery flood,
T7Sl,ilyrIes sum ON me corpse tnat sleeP 6g1ow
" What! Francis-Glve Charlotte my last fare
WE'LL"
As the dying man murmurs the thunders swell
" III giye-O God are their guns so near
llo comrades !-Yon voley look sharp to
the rear
I'll give to thy Charlotte thy last farewell -
Sleep soft where death thickest decendest lH,o
RAIN
The friend thou forsakest thy side may tcg-'a'
Hltherward thitherward reels the Il cGt;
Dark and more darkly day glooms iato night
Brothers, God grant, when this lif- L ocr,
ln the life to come we meet once moro
IIark to the hoofs that gallopug SO
The adntants iyng-
The horsemen press hard on the pauting toe,
Their thunder boOms in dying
Victory
Terror has seized on the dastards all.
Aud their cOlors fall
Victory!
Closed Is the brunt of the glorious fight
Aud the day Ike u conquerer, bursts on tha
night,
Trumpet and fife swelling choral along,
The triumph already sweeps marching in song
Farewell, fallen brothers, though this life be
DER,
There's another in which We shall meet you once
more
com nUNDHEo" IN CANA letter from
Yorktown says; On Sunday eveninE, 3 few
hours after sunset, while WE were sitting t oar
tent in company with several other 'speculis,'
one of our nu mber, EuddeAly laying bis iniiG up-
on our knee, said to us, llark, what il thut 2"
In second all had ceased talking and every ear
cndeavored to cateh the sound which had at
traeted the attention Of his coIhrade. There was
silence for moment, and then there was waited
across the air. the lnasc OF that glorjou4 an
them "Old Hundred in which thousa14-}
ces it seemed, we're participating, All ol us-'m
mediately sought the open air, aud there siuud
until the last note died away upon our 6.fTT'
Never before have heard any thing so nj rgnih-.
Gently grand as that same Old Hundred" sung
by the soldiers Of the Union army on The plains
OF Yorktown. The air was made vocal with the
music, and tbs woods around reverberated with
the mighty strain Beneath ths canopy Of heay
en- the soldiers gazcd up into the starlight Sly
aud sang unto God, " from whom all blessings
| flow - all anthem that stirred in the very hiut
of man She best and h6ast emotions. The Iges.
dent was a sublime one ethet for the poet or the
artist.