Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1864-08-25
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The ulght was heavy and mirk,
The moon shore dusky red,
The air had an odor Of sulph1rious smoke.
And o. eorpses newly
And saw I'm fact or dream.
Or both confused Ia one,
A dance and a revel and maniac rous
Too hideous TOT the sun;
And out % II came CRY:
'fBlood blood blood
let he witches csldron boil
With a nations tears for water
Blood blood blood
shabby and thick as mud.
To sprinkle the hungry soil
For the carnival Of slaughter
Beneath the caldron cracked
pool and whirl Of fame,
Around the caldron gamboled and hosl'd
crowd without a name;
Fierce war, zealOts and preacher
Buhoons. contractors, thieves,
Liars. plasphemers and parasites,
A. thick a. the summer leaves,
And still they clamor'd and shouted,
Blood blood blood
Let the he'll broth sputter and boil
With nations tears for water
Blood blood blood
shabby and thick as mud,
To sprinkle the hungry soil
For the carnival OF slaughter"
Naked, obscene and cruel.
They screamed and jibed and roar'd
They knew their God was the Devil
Their King and Chief and Lord;
And they wOrshipped at his footstooI
And said, Thy Kingdom come,
when the world shall be to the strongest
And be ruled by beat Of drum,
Drum beat and fash Of cannon
Blood blood blood
Let the witches caldron boil
With a nations tears for water
Blood blood blood
Shabby and thick as mud,
To sprinkle the hungry soil
For the carnival Of Slaughter
One tall and bony and Iank
Stood forward from the rest,
And told a ribald story
with a leer to give IL zest,
And said; "0ur fire burns feebly.
We must pile II mp anew;
Tell me the fuel to feed il with,
We friends and comrades true -
And they shouted with mad rejoicing,
blood blood blood
Let the witches cadron boil
With a nations tears for water
Blood blood blood
shabby and thick as mud
To sprinkle the hungry soil
For the carnival Of slaughter
lie cut down the Constitution
That grew so fair and WE'LL
And chopped the gracious tree to logs
To ed his fire az hem
He threw i'm the cracking caldrOn
With satisfied "Hal hal''
Reason and Honor, and Justice,
Liberty, Right and Law;
While his greedy comrades shouted,
Blood blood blood
Let the witches caldron boil
With a nations tears for water
Blood blood blood
shabby and thick as mud,
To sprinkle the hungry soil
For the carnival Of Slaughter
VI
LET the old men die i'm their beds,
Let the children grow and thrive,
We crave the blood Of the young and strong
To keep dance alive;
We crave il and will have il,
Though the wives bewail and mourn,
And the mothers sob in anguish
Ger the graves Of their early born.
IT'S the afterbirth Of a nation.''
Let the hell-broth Sputter and boil
With a nations tears fer water!
blood blood blood
Shabby and thick mud
To sprinkle the hungry soil
For the carnival Of slaughter .
VII.
What more they did and said,
New times may render plain;
But If Retribution come not.
Gibbet and rope are vain
Gibbet and rope and dungeon,
Or the whip i'm an honest hand,
To lash such coward dregs and scum
Ahrighted through the land
Meanwhile the streets re- echo
Their furious cry for blood
And thewitches' caldron bos
With nations tears for water,
BLOOD blood blood
Shabby and thick mud,
And debts and troubles and tolls
And the carnival Of slaughter.
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