The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1865-11-02
A New Poem by T.. Is. Read.

Asats ani Admiral Parragut we're am3ly the fstia-
guishei guests, the latter mak1s sp.ssl.a. The
olnya4 poem, - T. B. Real, written for the oc-
;asion, vas rad ~ The aataor
What ,rstt eyslts i4iv. chase ? TIE season bv,
Like gale-Dlg1sn lvsYss bsnsata a thonf FIRING SKY,
From that sw3t. hour wAsl shsrl dan struck th
foe,
shattsri1- rebellion IN single blow.
Willie aetd- AID Humphreys, from the Ksyst,n
STATE,
Ma4e Penls syivs1ia's giory stiH more great,
How, like IA eagle ssoopiIg from his crag,
Great sherman pouncet, and tore the Rebel flag
On Widespread wings then northward swept tn
Whie fel before him all the traitorous host
Till Grant. like Michael the crystal wall,
Crowded the fen'i OF % his fall
AMI when into the lowest depths he fell,
There chaiasd tse demon IN his well carmel cell.
Grows there the hemp su icient for the time
To N e nation for tine murierer's crime :
Think OF our glorious host of martyrs slain
Not in fair battle on the fiery plain.
But left 10 ghasty Hunger's lightning clinch,
And slowly murdered daily, inch by inch.
In fancy behold the v4inous wretch,
Aud yet the muse recoils tina, gives the sketch,
see before the felon's strainlng eyes
These hagg iri martyrs solemnly arise
The myrilds looming from the plains of death
File their pale Inns before this new Macbeth;
Like three sad ghosts BY guilty Richards bel,
Their rnouruiu voices freeze his blood with dread
Orphans and widows pass before his sight,
Until his soul Is shiyeriug with alright
His cry, I'll more - is made in vain,
He still must aud shver in his chain;
But leave the demon To himself, worse
A fate could reach him, aud no bitterer curse.
Grape for nation, Grape,
Let Freedom all her shrnes and temples drapei
The greatest. nobest, wisest, and the best
Has dropt from his high toll u sudden rest,
He whose large heart from Kindness never sverved,
But oft recoied from vengeance when deserved.
Heaven saved him from the final work to do
OF melting justice % the tratorous crew.
Behold the assassin flying through the night
Each bush aud tree assails him with alright,
Each breath Of air is kissing IN his ear
The cry of "murder, and the pursners near.
Ills eye OF blood makes all the field abaze
With fire to give him to the searcher's gaze.
He dies thousand deaths until he falls
Mid flaming hay AMI cracking beams aud stalls
And with fierce imprecatons on his lips,
His spirit passes To the dark eclipse:
Perchauce pursued by vengeful shapes OF ire,
1t still flies on through endless fields of fire
Here let this curtain tall.
oh, scenes OF woe that startls and appal!
Ring out, Wild bells, and swing IL round the world
Our L niop flag is now for aye uniurled;
Traitor nor tyrant can resist the tide
OF the great movement sweeping far and wide,
The freemans AZ is in the forest now,
The freeman's hand is on the southern plow
One sweep OF the great peoples arm abroad,
The savage flies aud harvest crowns the sod
But why has sprung this generous object here,
As If Aladdn's lamp was waving nearf
Go walk the wards-yon hospital hail.
And lot the tear Of love aud pity fall
There stand beside the patriots couch of pain,
Whose fierce delirium takes the field again;
IL ~
soothe with kind words and bid his soul be calm.
And there behold the emaciated form
Of one ~hos braved the battle and the storm h.
Hercules, he fought them long and well,
But, overpnwered, he found a southern cell
Behold him now, skeleton, no more,
A child might bear him up and down the floor.
Oh battle his lips with the revIving cup,
And breathe your blessing while you bid him sup
Behold the frequent crutcb, the empty sleeve,
Aud yon pale victim aiting Deaths repreve!
Eor these this noble objecs grows to-day; 4
For these grateful thousands crowd the way; 4
For these brave men. with pity in their glance,
Loosen the purse string, thankful for the chance;
While woman, to her glorious nature true,
Does all that angels might be asked to do.
Wave all your btnDers-every stripe and star
To welcome nome the veterans o. the war
Give to thss. men the msrvels of the EARTH
Place IN the heart we'll As by the hearth;
The soldier aud the sailor Let them see
Our gratitude u those who kept us tree,
And show the ancient adage IS amIss-
" Republics ungrateiui"-not So this.
An / finds these patient patriots in their homes
Finis them at quiet hresdes there,
w Waitiny beside the heroes empty chair
Beside the chair, perchance, which never more
Shall know the occupant it knew of yore.
Look in To- night beside that tranquil fire;
There sits the mother. there the aged sire
Or there the wife, with matron accents mild,
a patriot PRAYER unto her child
A prayer for him who put his all at stake,
His ali save honorp for his country's sake
There sits tie maid, with ewes of dreamiul light,
Watching her warrior lover IN the fight;
BeholIs him. with a swelling heart OF pride,
With fiery Pail along the Valley ride,
Or Grant or Thomas stern, sturdy George,
Whose stalwart blows fall laundering like forge;
Or with his eastward banner, sees him swoop
Through Georgian fields with Sherman's eage
- troop, 5@ arE ~ .-t "a
his lot is on the ocean cast,
Where Farragut stands steadfast as his mast;
Perchauce, with Wnslow. poured the shot nd shell
From guns which rung the British pirates kuell;
Or st Stone River stemmei the leadsn shower,
Where noble ''RoSey' saved the desperate hour;
Or with that glorious Chief ~ whom was given
The right 10 scale above the clouds Of heaven,
An bear the starry rainbow on high
SA X to its native region in the sky.
Dur soldiers families Some veilcd in gloom,
rh, mourners' Grape pervades the solemn room
Tn ne. though the tears in sorrowing ewes may
start,
There is murmar in patriots heart.
rhouyh sal tho lot. the recompensc is plain
They hear the falling OF the bondnans chain.
And hsar ths song Of Freedom from the South
While shouts Of Union dy from mouth to mouth
Ia glnry's cause the warrior died content,
With human liberty for monument.
Dur soldiers families, for them have come,
This generous audience packed from pit 10 dome,
For them would il were worthcr) here lay
Upon their altar this light bouquet;
AMI il, perchauce, their kiuily eyes should view
Among the leaves some random drops of dew,
Believe them each the poets loving tear,
In secret sh,d beside SONS PATRIOTS bier.
Newly descended from their hi gh estate,
For them b. sure the angels watch and wait
Ou- patriot s.rss. who all our freedom gave,
Io ~ down aui bless the households OF the brave
Bu sranisr stl within his dome of dones,
lSo smiles his blessing our Soldiers Homes.
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