Arkansas true Democrat., 1862-06-12
T From tIle HONsLpu ItIFgTdTH Lines on the Death of Gen. Ben.
 McCulloCh.
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BY W. s SiLlhLANp The sun of life on our hero hath set
 In the valley and shadow of slumber Where dreams come not in the long, long night,
 Nor ties ryen asuaGef To the brave alone comes the bsstui sleep,
 With the morrow's brilliant adorning-- That harbeDgers bright to a well spent lie
 The of an effulgent morning. We beheld him first on his war horse proud,
 In the dark past days of danger When the war whoop wild, of the savage rang,
 On the path of the border Ranger Soon sgain-by the Sisters Twins he stood,
 And illumned the deatbless stcry That the Texans wrote in the Aztec blood,
 On the field of Jacnto's glory Thro crimsoned scenes from his boyhood prime,
 We've watched tue advance of the Ranger And beheld the sauie smile of the banquet hlght, On his brow in the day of danger In the hush of peace. and battles rage,
 It told of subdu d emotion In the soldiers breast as a storm unVexed,
 In the calm of 4 frozen ocean. We saw him again in the crash of steeds,
 When he bore from the blood washed portal Of the hail of Death-in the dark eak Hiilst
 The laursis of a fame linnloriai They shall wither no when time gro"S ""'
 But shall bear .SD his ages iateness-- Like the blending dyes-of the sunset sky
 Tie light of departed greatness. We beheld him again with his daring band,
 When legIOns fled before hln' When still he sat on his war horse proud,
 And victory smiled DelUTe nlul. An! the battles won bnt the ransom pald,
 Was the heart of the Lion Hearted. Whose valiant soul to the God ot 6ods,
 From Elk Horn Held departed. On bed of snow lay the Chief at rest,
 W hen at eve mid the slain We found him. With a soldiers cloak thrown over his breast
 And the life blood flowing round him.l We gazed on his face we bore him hence,
 Tiro the binding tears of our sorrow, Thn turning to the camp ot the distant foe,
 We sohp1 r,rr the morrow  IIark the mourptpl sas aud mufied drumsl
 Armed men fN~r the'streets are sweeping, To the Rall of State, where in pomp of death, The hero of is sleeping; But more the drum and the bugles blast
 Nor the red artierys rattle; And the clash of swords, nor his neighing steed, shall awaken the Chief 10 battle. And damscls fair, round the cofined Chief
 The rose and the oak wreathing And brother, the dust of the hero beneath,
 To the Lone Star State IS bequeathing.z Yes the State will the gem of her warriors enshrne, And should story and stone be denied him, In her peoples heart will his i'm ge be found,
 When they in their turn sleep beside him. With the funeral throng, by his grave stood When not a whisper was spoken; And the stiffness profound of that sacred place,
 By deep sorrow alone was broken. We saw the last turf on his bosom laid
 AS the sun past h.s western portal; Then turned from the grave where the warrior slept Te think of McCulloch immortal. Erwin sisers the two cannon used at San Jacnto. on which was commanded by McCulloch. ! I he battle of the Oak Ailis Missouri was showing during the battle The fall Of McCulloc s not known until the close of the batte although h charged repeatedly over his dead boy hs form bn 'nc-ed by cloak, which his aid decamp had thrown owe m. zTAe body of Gen Bon. fIcCuoch consigned to tn avcrnor by bis brother Col Henry E. McCulloch i'll anca with the request of tine former in his will in th nglIage. resign my soul to my God, and my body sxas The funeral mnnies tn remains of McCu ch were nduc in the capt at Austin under thA aposing circumstances The incidents of McCulloch .atb above alluded to- were given in Col. John Henr r wn's speech in the capitol on that occasion. AUSTIN, April Z5 l862.