The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-06-02
From the Dublin Sation,I
CLEBUREE.


How far and fast the autumn blast
Bears the dead leaves Ger the ground;
AZ st and far the hand Of
sErewed our eountrys brave aroundl
ADd their nameless graves are the ocean caves,
The forest. and mountain glen
Where the -vuIture screams the angry streams
Are hiding the bones Of men!
And what aBguished cries
From the South arise,
For the brave ones fallen in vainl
While the victor North
Rings pans forth,
And. exalts in her broad domaint
As fire suppressed in Vesuvius' breast.
The latent fires Of crime
In the human frame, pulse the same,
Till famed by the Of
AS the Iava-fold swept uncontrolled,
Where the Pompeiis glories shone,
So the wakened rage Of a Fandsi sge
When freedom is o'srthrown!
And welI look in tears
Through long, long years,
For the Brightness shrouded Ger,
But the golden rays
OF ler halcyon days
Shall the land n
Then fling the horde their base reward;
Their chief his triumphal crown;
Place vile deceit in the iudgment-seat,
Where honor is trampled down.
Give patry bribe to the hired scribe,
To the venal bard his fee!
But him no draws. in a righteous cause,
A freemans sword give me
Though his bones should bleach
On the sea-vashed beach
Though his grave be the lonely mound,
His shall chime
Trough the halls Of time,
And swell through the deep profound!
Ye brave EN- MAssE, who fall, and pass
To the leaden halls of death.
There palms for the few, but alas. for you,
Not a leaf from the vietor's WREATH
But sing Of one whose glory shone
Like meteor bright and grand
Who gave his name to the trump of fame
And his blood to a generous land!
The festive toast,
The soldiers boast.
The type of a martial age
The Zoe of wrong
The soul Of song,
And the light Of q future page!
The base grow bold for power and gold,
The vain through fear of scorn;. &. .-
The good strong in their hate of wrong;
But he warrior born;
From his eagle glance, and stern Advance
AND his action, swift thought,
The ranks and file from his own fair isle
Their courage electric caught
As the whirlwinds path
Shows it's fercest wrath
Through the Iordliest forest pines,
So the deepest wave
OF the fallen brave.
Told where Cleburne crossed their lines!
On Riehmond's plain his captive train - -.
Cutnurnbered the hostHe1ed,
And he won his stars that field of Mars
Where the glorious Sidney bIedIf-
Twas his to cope, while ray Of hope
Iuumiud his fas--aRd then ...-- z E.
Twas mis- to die while that flag few high
In the of ehlvalrie men
Nor braver host -
Could Erin boast
Nor than he gallant Knight,
Since the peerless Hugh
Crossed the Avon dhu,
And Bagnars hosts a-fight.
There were eyes afar that watched your star
As it rose with the a Southern Cross
There were that bled when sped,
And Old ireland felt your loss!
While her. flowers shall blow. or her waters fow
Through Shannon. SUR, and Lee.
The patriots song shall roll along
Their winding waves for theel
And they II tell with pride
How Cleburne died
In the land o the free and brave
How his sword Of might
Was a beam Of light,
Though it led to exile'5 grave,
$ Richmond. Kentucky,
The battle Of Shiloh.
The Of Patrick CIeburne, Maor-Genera1 in the
Confederate Army forgotten in the
military annals of cur race He fought good and
in gallant eompany hero thirty pitched
battles which he partic
pated beyond precedent He distinguished for decision
and iutrepidity and almost every committed to his
division successful He received the fnsessaut congrau
latons Of the Southern press and several times cop
mented by the Confederate Congress After the death Of
Jackson got sobrique The the South
for he the Army of Tennessee what Jackson that
Of Virginia; all he tender an to the
vanquished and Ferguson says: Kindly Irish to the
Irish" He lies in lonely grave the village of Columbia
Tennessee whittier he borne after the battle of Franklin
by officers, Justice tc
his memory but history viii eonsign his to oblivion
Bidding her consideration let the foregoing be leaaet to h
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