Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1864-04-12
THE poYE OF ZEE REeIMRNT.
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rAnd the dove came into him in the evening,
and, loi in her mouth was an olive leaf -Bibte.
It will be remembered that, during the Battle
Of Chicamauga, stragglers nom our army spread
eXtraVagant reports OF disaster and defeat and
that the enemy, supPosing the destruction ofour
army complete, exultingly announced that tbs
road Was clear to Nashville
After the retreat, while placing Chattanooga in
q state Of defense, General Resecrans ordered
groves leveled and houses burned, when so sit
nated Sc to afford shelter to the enemy or inter-
fsre with the range of the artillery. A dove es-
capped from burning building, and took shelter
in the tent Of an officer of the Forty-frst Ohio
Regiment. 1t remained with its protector dur
ing the siege, which terminated in the route of
Braeg's army at Lookout Mountain and Mission
Ridge when the Regiment marched with Gran
gers corps to the relief Of the beleaguered army
at Knoxville, 1t accompanied it and when the
Forty-frst re-enlisted, this " dove Of the Regi-
ment " came with it to Cleveland.
The Sabbath dsy-toward Welden Bridge slow
stoops the autumn sun;
As when by prophets mandate stayed, he paused
on Gibeon,
Above the crest OF Mission Ridge, the shifting
cloud we see
Is not the fleeing, morning mist that shrouds
A hundred Thousand freemen pale struggle be-
meath its shade,
While, from Old LoOkout's rugged front, echos
the cannonade.
Now glory the stars and bars, what may not
Valor do
Our foe, in Georgia's dread de6les, has met his
Here, on the soil long cOnsecrate to Indian har-
dihood,
We have met the rude invader, and spilled his
While nations celebrate their birth, or venerate
theirs lain.
Shall live the heights of Mission Ridge, and
Chickamsuga's plain.
Now let the hated Yankee seek again his native
sod,
And feel in this last fearful stroke, the hand of
Israel's God
Let him tame his flowing rivers, let him quell
the restless lake,
Whose billoWs on his northland in sullen gran
But never let him think to bind, and fetter at his
will
The southern mind while southern hands can
WELD the sabre still"
So spakee naughty southern lord, with stern
Gazing upon recent throng that slowly strag-
gled by.
Cease, babbilng fool, your soul to sOOthe with
this delusive strain,
Though strdggters fee the field Of death, the
soldiers yet remain.
When storms assail the rugged eak, its giant form
may rock;
But Withered leaves and worthless boughs alone
yield to the shock.
The fights done, and from the field, the rebels
A weary host, our scattered bands come march
ing slhWly back.
tf Now fire the dwellings, fell the groves these
sylvan bowers lay low,
That DER the plain our guns may speak, a well
come to the foe
Though driven from the bloody field we almost
won, and lost,
Back from this mountain citadel we'll hurl the
rebel host
As, after oannae's fatal day, the Roman armies
bore
Their standards from Tiber's banks to Afics
hated shore
As when the northern bear waned weak in
Borodino's fight
Napoleon's host recoiled before the Vengeful
MuscoVite;
So yet from ohattanooga's walls wen spring the
foe to meet
The Army of the Cumberland shall never know
defeat"
As from doomed SodOm's sin cursed town to
Zosr Lot bling crossed,
So, from the tumult fees q dove, and covers
amid our host
A messge to thstWsr-worn band it bears upon its
wing,
Though not the Olve-leafofPesce, Hopes gra e.
ful offering.
{" Be firm its language seems to be, " Though
right may yield 70 wrong, H-
Hopes brightest omens cheer the souls that suf-
fer and are strong
Responsive to the Tennessee its songs no longer
break,
But mingled with the hoarser roar of Erie's
sleepless lake.
HAYT1ELD, o., April I, 1854