Council Bluffs bugle. [volume] (Council Bluffs, Iowa) 1860-1868, 1863-01-07

60 QUA "a ~ ,Ks III
ARoTMKR YEAni aneshsr xsar
OF tAaa miaAsg Sisras sgssd.
zAas weaa, vita las nasaf riass A
Ths living - the dsad-4 III
rms living prsssass aaas4a wssk aass
por the glsass Aayss4 ceaas s ~
AID the stkIi, dead Past wika her feriahsd drssas
Laid leg la hsE silent AIams.
ANoTHEa H@AA Ahot4Eg swaspa
{ 4 ~ fsas saarins waas. 4
Thas carries our World, a Eo' EloSa and gisaaa
FROM sloomiag spring 70 sprlHgs
Along aes shtnlng gathway, hnng
4assaaasgewAi-alaAaaa spasssss e = -
where arst tAs stars Of AarainG sung
The hirth-kyEaa Of the aeAFs.
AKp taroaGiug all The stlE-EsEnaasd ktiias
And the wales Of P&r&dibs.
me glad, exalting angels saw
Ths aswR OF Creation rise. y.
I sAssaea d sas aaa-- ssassmbA aas FEES
The cold, pale mooa,
And glimmsring stars, ana her ROBES
Flushed With the sws%4g u Jans.
- %sESW s Is sz5s
FoR tAEs year, lying dead on his e4ss,
Shall songs Of praise ID hGnBf
Mol ths Nations songs are turned IS ssaE@
And the harp Of Peace Is anssruns.
To many a happy home aaa heart,
He brought eursls&s Hsins
Thaa wp zen b VIII the woat ss Lite
Can ss'sE BE forEottsn
Oh, pledge net AA in ru4ay vine,
Breathe tor him no JeyqaH FtT@tus T.
The curse Of eload Ia ca his souI,
Upon his name the stain.
The widows moan, the ofpAan's tears,
e> wsEa Asasns n Ais ksSpEsssis sssata,
Tas gorgeous wealth Of his sutunn time,
was dimmsd by the gloom Of deatA.
On, woe for the csopd aaEE2Eason aae "a
That aaAhed his svsailg Eray,
Lighting up the blood aaaausd battle grounds
where cur murdered brave onss lay.
woe fer It's beads 81 our EnAoG suFsts
Ths prA4s Of car Ce uasty As-csewnsa, a."
And blood that lowed thEo' tbs veins Of be-
soma,
Is wansonIy poured % ihe greuaa.
And yet Old Year. SO cold on youE bier,
Some traces Of purest Kotd
Run through the deep gitw Of the past,
Ltks aun-lght thro' tRIe weird
ssmx high aehisy smshtstof the Arts,
sems gIori7us strides pa Nina,
Have 10 the march Of prtgress iefE
The buried years beAAad, Lrs aa
The mighty Pyess, whsse glorious eaFths
TIE grades a4 cid,
BT aaay rude wmlstssrta fss7z, ""
Ard mystic type foretPla,
The strong armed giant thaG ssts
A fettsr4d knowledge Eass
That draws she bolts acEpss the way
OF truth long In slavery.
AR, yes, Old YsaE, so eeEid Oh yoHz biaF'
souss Grscss Of garasttgo3d
Run tire the deep gloota Of tas psst,
Like sunlight thro thk world.
And new, sss can give bus TaIB regrets,
As go2 have given ~ 4saEs,
And leave you low in thk resting plaza
OF the dad aad burgs4 years.
| AsorEER YEAR, prihciy ysar / bora,
Bern to the Emptre OF earth,
| Bat al I a ssltasring atot run suwraps
| Tue morning Of his biFta!
/ GA, woe for the erlmsoq tide that ains
TAe beginning Of hIs tsAga
| woe for those that member bis footsteps
| BY the memory Of EAekr sI&aH
$780,. Il, :. - -r.,F
SO feskzl poEapz his nIrtsh dosa Isea
That to bis state belqpgs
No viol note, no happy dance,
| No Joyous shsgI ~ s4ng,
In homage, We pgaT H04 at his feel
The wealth OF the GRACE divine,
/ Fer oh, his robes are ctImson stained
with a darker. deadIlRE vine.
OER many blasted a2dEeisedsas hearts
O'sr thousand 6raktn husless
nae mighty demon Of QIgil Strife
Ia has march Of TriaaHph Comes
Yes. crushing heart, ana hope, and home
THIS EugsernasG Of STAR
Rolls through cur tsrrdE atrtcEsn land
The thuadSrs Of his oar
os. wee for TIE thousst nds Of bleeding heart
Oh, wee fer oaE eoan4ry and cause
URGsr the fest Of eosssFss and s5SpsE,
) Are trampled our bTbkEs tSs7a
Oh God! Not torsver Stretch forth hi
arm
Crush ont thIs wvcktsd strife
: And cali tram the grsvas Of he Esso past yea
Our Union back 10 life
JAKUARY'isI 1854.