Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1866-12-07
2aetru.
The bivouac of the Dead.

The conclusion ofthc first stanza of the followln;
bcm is used as an inscription fer somc of our nj,
"nal cemeteries, aud there has been considerable
pniry rs To its origin. The poem was written h,
apt nara oi Kentucky, on the occasion OF tn
,moval to the cemetery ut Frankfort of the remain
kentucky soldiers who fell at Buena Vista.
The mui'ied drums sad roll has beat
he soldier last tattoo
No more on LIES parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few
TN Fame eternal canning ground
Titir silent tents spread,
Ani glory guards with solemn round,
The biVouac ofthc dead.
No rumor of the foes advance
Now sweeps upon the wind,
No troubled thought at mdnght's haunt.,
OF loved ones left behind
No vision of the morrow's strife
Tho warriors dream alarms
Nor bray mg horn, nor screaming fife
At dawn shall call TO arms.
Their shivercd swords are ren, with rust,
Their plumcfl heads are bowed,
Their naughty banner. trailcd i'll dust,
l. now their martial -h oud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms Ivy battle gashcd,
Are freed from anguish now.
The ncighhoring troop, the flashing blade,
The bugic'- stirring blast
The charge. the dreadful cannonadc,
The din and shout are past
Nor wars wild notes, nor glor! peal
Shall thrill with deep delight
Those breasts that ncvcrmorc may feel
The raptnres Of the fight.
For like the dreadful hurricane
That sweeps the wild plateau.
Elushed with the triumph, yet to gain,
Came down the SERTED foe
Who heard the tempest of the FRAY
Ereak o'cr the Held beneath
know We'll the Watchworl oi that day
Was Victory or DEATH
Long had the doubtful conflict ragged
Across the surgng plain,
For nc'cr such hight before had waged
The fiery sous of spain
And still the storm OF battle blew,
still >wcllcd the CORY tide
Not long nuI stout old ehicitan knew,
such sdd> his strength could bidc.
Twas in that hoar his stern command
Called To y martyrs grave.
The lower OF his own beloved land
The nations nag to save.
by rivers OF their father. gore
HIS tirstborn iaulpls grew.
And we'll h" deemed The SONS would pour
Their iyr~ tor glory too
Full many a Northern breath hath swept
oer AH%o-tur.t', plain,
And long The PIT Yiug ~kN hath wept
AboNe her Wondering slam
The raven. scream, oi eagles hight,
or shepherds pcn-iVe lav,
Alone aw.Ikr- efsu ~diicn height
HAT lEnNntet On that dread fray,
sons Of ''thc dark and bloody ground
hc ~hoHd not >lunbrr there,
Where stranger stops ;Hd tongues reSuund
Along The needless uir
Your own proud iand, heroic soil
Must yoar litter grave:
She clt!iu- huH war itls richest spoil
The a,hCs of the brave
Now meath their parent turi they rest,
81 frt1Iu y figl
Borne to spartan mothers breast
bH htHy hlnadv ~htrd
iii. ,un. alur of flrlr native Ky
SIN lc. sid Oh them here,
And kIntir"l ryc- ru,t heart. watch hv
the SnldIrr'4 : >eQUlehre.
R''s' on, embdlnlet ANA s"intet ucau'
B,lI IT. The blood " gave
Sn inn lplls tu7tsteps hare >hIll tread
The h"rhAS Sc al your grave;
No. snail ypur Il ~ bc forget
White EtHc hrftr'nfi "ccp7,
Gur hou"r point tGr htllnWcd spot
Who're yalor proudly sleeps.
Nou lijthiul hcrald'- hlsAoned stone,
With u muiunlul pride sha,l tell.
When many Il vanished age hath nuWn,
tttr story how " icil.
\0r wreck, nor change, nor winters Hight,
<or unc'- rrmor~|!c-~ doom,
shall maf one ray al @4aft = hight
that glrlc yuur dcatHlc>s tomb