The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1865-08-10
DEAD ON THE FIELD OF PANE.


Every day is full Of welcomes Great flights of
cheers 90 up and ragged regiments and ragged flags
pass on. TIE wide doors Of the Fair buildings are
thrown open and they march through the streets Of
the city OF alcoves, where Justice is satisfied aud
Mercy smiles contcnt And the soldier dies and
the citizen Is born again.
And far from the noisy pavemenis, and away from
the loud acclaim; amid the green fields, and the
springng grain, where the mellow horn Of tine bee
winds audibly on, aud tie robin sings that old
song, and the sunshine lies asleep before the open
doors, there welcomes that wait the soldier still
welcomes with no pomp in them-teArful, inarticu-
late Love i'll clasp him at the gate, will fold him
the door, will TREMENDOUSLY bless him from the -oid
chair" 1t will be, my brother?'-.4my hus-
band p "my soldier boy p "my son and the
lasttwo sylabies VIII wrap in them the mghtiest love
and honor on the globe. Happy the soldier whose
loyal mother waits his coming. He will forget in her
presence all the noisy pageants Of the mart andwith
her head upon his shoulder, into the heaven of
whose eyes me looked in boyhood his heart that has
throbbed with the hot fever of battle will beat gently
womans again, and the soldier be lost in the
But there those who receive welcome over
whose vacant place the ranks close up like the
of the for whom they vainy watt in tears and
silence, in many a home to-day. Alas, for the
turning brave. But there will be those TO answer for
them when Peace ''makes up her jewels" Call the
old rolls Of the returning regiments and there Will be
voices 10 answer for them along the broken ranks
History will repeat itself in their story, and the memo
ry of the dead will be indicated Let give, if
ean that breath from the past and lay it lovingly and
reverently at the foot of fifty thousand graves
On the right of the battalion a grenader of France,
Struck through his iron harness by the lightning of
lance,
His breast all red with British blood, his brow with
British breath,
There fell defiant face face with England and with
death.
They made inter of his heart-they cleft it through
and through
One half for his legion, and the other for it too
Tue coors of later day, prophetic fingers s-ed,
For lips were blue aud cheeks were white and the aesr
de Is was red
And the buges blew, and the legion wheeled, and the
grenadier was dead
ranks,
And thought how triJ the journey grew between the
And the shadows in the moonlight fell strangely
line
here the battles rediest pledged the richest of
the wine.
And the camp fires flung their phantoms-ali doing
what they could
To close the linty columns up old mpasners wod
On he rode the old commander, with the e-lsien in
ADVANCE
And, as statued bronzes brighten with the smoky
torch's glance,
light all their faces like the flashing OF
lance,
Lower the colors the living the rue the
dead!
md thrice the red silk fickered low in its fame of
royal fire,
md thrice the drums moanei out aloud the mourners
wild desire.
~, lover again. thou crimson cloud again the drums
lament
r's Raehei in the wilderness and Ramah in the tent
Close up! Right Dress.' the Captain said and they
gathered under the moon,
As the shadows glide together when the sun shines
down at noon
stranger each soldiers rght-ah, wars wild work
is GRIM
And SO last of the broken line, ard death at the
And there the silence deep and dead the Sergeant
And the went wandering down the line as he
called passing soul
Oh, then that a friendly mountain that summons
might have heard,
And flung across the desert dumb the shadow of the
word,
And caught the that all fororn along the legion
And clasped it TO its mighty heart and sent back to
There it stood the battered legion, while the Sergeant
And the name went wandering down the line, he
called for passing soul.
Iurrah for the dumb, dead lion There n voice for
the grenadier
Rolled OF the ranks Ike drum-beat and sturdily
answered "HERE -
He stood cried the of thunder and their hearts
He stood by the old battalion and Wen always stand
by him"
'Ay call for the grand crusader, and Wen answer to
the name -
.'And what will We say7" the Sergeant said:
"DEAD ON THE FIELD OF FAME!
And dare We call that dying? The dignity sublime
That gains fu, Tough from the grave, and then re-
ports 10 Time
Oh. look the bay OF sleep with its breathless
And its aocks of lettered sheep, dumb and white be-
:, fore the Lord