The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1862-08-23
The Battle.
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Measureless spread, like atable dread,
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Looks are bent on the shaking ground,
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Swim by the breasts that must bear the bruns, sI
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How they ring through the ranks, which they tous
Thrilling they sound With their glorious tone,
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See the smoke how the HghtSing Is cleaving asuser
Hart the gGns, peal onpesi how they boom In thsi
From host to host, with kidding soand, aa -
The shouted signal circles round; zsif f <3aeE
Freer already breathes the breath!
The war is waging, slaughter raging, = tst ,asth
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The iron death dice fall
Nearer they ciose-f6es upon foes sss'ass' .'7s
"Ready !"-from square to-square II goes.
They kneei as one an from flank to flank,
And the fire comes sharp from the foremost rank
Many soldier to the earth Is sent. :, ...s
Many gap Of balls II rent;
Ger the csrpse before. sprihss the hinduost man,
That the line may not fall, to the fearless van,
To the right. to the LETT, and around and around
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Gods sunlight is quenched In the fiery fight, tsafJ
Over the hosts falls brooding night -.ss r.f g.
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In the life 70 come that we meet once more.# bas
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The dead men lie bathed In the wetering blood, 1
And living are bient in the slippery food, r'
And the feet as they reeling and sliding go,
Stumble still on the corpse that sleeps below. "t
'.What Francis !"-'Give Charlotte my last farewell
As the dying man murmnrs, the thunders swell
'.Il give-0 Godi are the guns SO near? i, =,
Ho comrades lyon voley look sharp to the rear
I'll give TO thy Charlotte thy last farewell; s.f
Sleep soft where death thickes descendeth in rain.
The friend thou forsakest my side may regain ~ t
Hitherwar !, thitherward reels the fight =. so
Dark and more darkly day glooms into night.
Brothers, God grant, when this life Is Ger,
in the life 20 come that we meet once more
Hark to the hoofs that galloping 60!
To the adjutants 1ying-s +s4ts zs,
The horsemen press hard on the painting foe, 4.
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y Terror has seised on the dastards all, e
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80. ~ - a victoryi a,.,.-.,s
Closed Is the brunt OF the glorious fight: 's2sa Is
And the day, like c0nqueror, bursts the night;
Trumpet and nfe swelling choral along,
The triumph already sweeps marching In song.
FAREWELL fallen brothers though this life be Ger
There's another, in which We shall meet you once
more! A-5& go Asszi-aAt fs