The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1866-03-17
from the Dublin Nation !
CLEBURNE.

FROM Inc dublin Nation.
CLEBURNE.
How far and fast the Autumn blast
: Bears the dead leaves DER the ground:
, As fast and far rs the hand ofwar:
Strewed our country's brave around!
t And their namclcss graves are the occ,
!, caves,
The forest and mountain glen,
Where the vulture screams as the anr,
streams
Are hiding the bones ofmcn.
And what anguishcd cries
From the South arise.
For the brave ones fallen in vain.
While the victor North
Rings pTans forth.
And cXults in her broad domain.
And fire suppressed in Vesuvils' breast
The latent fires ofcrimc
In the human frame pulse on the same,
Till famed by the storms oftime;
AS the lava-told swept uncontrolled,
Where Pompcii's .lories shone.
SO the wakencd rage ofa Nandal age
When Freedom is o'erthrown!
And Wen look in tears,
Through long. long years,
For the Brightness shrouded DER,
But the golden rays
Oi her halcyon days
Shall return to the land no more!
Then fling the horde their base award
Their cIiicfhis trilmphal crown;
Place vile deceit in the Judgments seat,
Where honor il trampled down;
Give Il paltry bribr o,hc hired scribe.
To the venal bard his Zee;
But him who draws in arightcous cause
trecman's sword give ne.
Though his bones should bleach
On the a-washcd beach.
Though his grave be the iowly mound.
His name shall chime
Through the halls oftimr,
And swell through the deep profound!
! brave en- mdsSc. vino fad and pass
10 the leaden halls of death.
There are palms for the few. but. alas, fo
You,
Not i leaf from the yictor'- wreath.
But sing Ofone whose glory shouc
Like meteor bright and grand.
Who gave his name 10 the trump of fame,
And his blood to generous land.
The festive toast,
The soldiers boast,
The type ofa martial age.
The foe ofwrong,
The soul Of song.
And the light ola future page!
The base grow bold for powerand gold
The vain through fear of scorn;
Inc good wax strong IN their hate oiWrOng
But he was 4 warrior born.
FlDu hi ,rl, ol No, . ,,l 4 4
And action sWitas thought,
The rank and lille from his own fair isle
Their courage el, ctric caught.
As the Whlrlwinds : Oatn
Shows it tcrccSt wrath
Through the lorlliest forest pines,
SO the deepest wave
Ofthe fallen brave
Told where Cleburne crossed their lines.
On Richmond's plain his captive train
Outnumbcrtd the hosts hc led.
And he won his stars on the field Of Mars
Where the glorious johnson blrd.
Twas his to cope, while a ray ofhOpc
lllumcd his ilag--and then
Twas his to die while that flag flew liuh''
In the van ofclivalric men.
Not a Drawer host
Could Erin boast.
Nor than lie more gallant Knight.
Since the peerless Hugh
Crossed the Avon Dhu,
And Bagnal's hosts a-liight
There were eyes atar that watched your
star
As it rose with the "Southcrn Cross"
There were hearts that bled when its course
was sped,
And Old Ireland felt your loss.
While her flowers shall blow, or her va
tcrS flow
Through shannon. SUR and Lee,
The patriots song shall roll along
Their winding waves for thee,
And they'll tell with pride
How Clcburnc died.
In the land ofthc free and brave"
How his sword of might
Was a beam Of light
Though it led 10 an cXile's grave.