Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1862-03-12
I'VE EVENING STAR.
The BATTLE.

The following grand composition by the i'm
mortal German viii amply repay careful read
ing. There 10 sublime majesty in the march OF
Ia easy, flowing numbers, that must impress the
lover Of true poetry. The real fre Is here.
Heavy and solemn,
cloudy column,
Through the green plain they marching come
Measureless spread, like table dread,
For the wild grim dice Of the Iron game
Looks are bent on the shaking ground,
Gearts beat loud with knelling sound;
swift by the breasts that must bear the orunt
6allops the Major along the fronr
"Hanin
And sst,sred thew stand at the stark command,
A nd the warriors, silent, halt
Proud In the blush Of morning glowing,
" hat on the hill top Sd ines in flowing?
"See you the foeman's banners waving"
awe see the foeman's banners waving
GOOD be with your children and wife"
Bark 10 the music-the trump and fife
Eoz they ring through the ranks, which they
Thrilling they sound, with their glorious tone,
Thrilling thew 90 through the marrow and bone I!
Brothers, God grant, when this life DER,
In the life TO come that we meet once more!
Zee the smoke how the lightning 10 cleaving
aSunder,
Bark the guns, peal on peal, how they boom in
their thunder
From host to host, with kindling sound,
The shouted signal circles round;
Freezer already breathes the breath
. he war Is waging, saug bier raging,
End heavy through the reeking pail
The iron death-dice fall
Nearer they close-foes upon foes
"Ready." from square to square IL goes.
hey kneel as one man from flank, to flank,
md the Ere comes sharp from the foremost rank.
Hiany a soldier to the earth Is sent,
Many gap by balls Is rent;
Ger the corpse springs the hindmost man,
j hat the line may not fall to the fearless van.
10 the right, to the left, and around and around
Death whirls In Its dance on the bloody ground
Gods sunlig ht is qucnched In the fiery fight,
Over the hosts falls a brOodng night.
ErotheTs, God grant, when this life IL DER,
la the life to come that we may meet once more
The dead men lie batbed in the weltering blood
And the living are bent in the slippery flood,
And the feet, as they ing and sliding go,
Stumble still on the corpse that leeps below
"What. Francis !"-Give Charlotte my last fare
well"
rs the dying man murmurs the thunders swell
am give-O God are the guns SO near?
Ho comrsde.-yon volley look sharp to tfS
IN give to thy Charlotte thy last farewell;
Sleep soft where death thickest descendeth In
rain,
Hitherward, thitherward reels the hght;
Dark and more darkly day gloom into night.
Brothers, God grant, when this life Is DER,
In the life to come we may meet once more
Hark to the hoofs that galloping go!
The Adjutant's flying!
Inc norsemen press nd1o on the Pdhung loeJ
Their thunder booms in dying
Victory!
Terror has seized on the dastard's all,
And their colors fall
Victory.
Closed is the brunt Of the glorious fight;
And the day, like conqueror burst on the 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 moret
ETrassIated from Schiller by BHI,esr.