The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1867-02-13
He BURIAL OF OUR DEAD.
hY COL. o'iARRA OF KENTUCKY.


NO more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and daring few.
On Famc's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards with solemn round
The biyouac Of tbs dead
No rnmor Of Chc foes advance,
Now swclls nrnn The wind
NO troubled Thought at midnight haunts.
OF loved oncs tat behind
No vision of the morrow S strife.
The warriors dream alarms
No braying horn nor screaming fife
AT dawn shall call to arms.
Thcir sl,ivcrcd swords are red with rust.
Their plumed heads arc bowed,
Their naughty banners trailed in dust,
Isnow their martial shrou,l.
Aud plontcous funeral tears l.nvc washed
Thcir red stains ftom each brow.
And their proud forms in battle gashcd,
Are free from anguish now.
The ncighing stecd, The flashing blado,
The truinpcts stirring blast
The charge, tho dreadful cnnnonadc,
The din and shout GRE past;
Nor wars wild note, nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight,
Those breasts that nevor more shall feel
Thempturo Of tho fight.
Like Tho dread northern hurricane
That sweeps his broad plat ONT;
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the scrricd iuc. .f
Our heroes felt the shock aud leapt r.
TO meet them OF the plain
AMI long tho plying sky hath wept,
Above our gallant slain
Sons of our consccratcG ground
Q must no, slumbcr there;
Whore stranger steps and tongues rcsound
Along tho hcedlcss air;
Your own proud lands her, ic soil,
Shall be your filter grave;
Sho claims from war his richest SVoi,,
The ashes Of her bravo!
SO meath thcir parent turf tEcy rrst.
Far from he CORY fold!
Borne to Spartan mothers breast,
On mnny II bloody shield;
The sunshine Of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred hearts and oyes tch by
The hc,o's scpulchro.
Rest on cmbalmcd md snintcd dead
Dcnr Ns tho bloody gave;
Noampious footsteps here shall tread,
=, phc herbagc Of your grave:
NTr wisii snaii your glory DO forget,
= nhile famo hor record keeps,
vi ,un nonor points tho hallowcd spot
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ion marhlc nhinstrcl's yoiccless tone,
In dcalhtoss songs shall tell,
When mnny vanished ago hath nonn.
Tho story how yc fell
Nor wreck. nor change, nor winters blicl
Nor Times remorscless doom,
Shall dim one ray Of holy light,
That g'lds your glorious tomb.
THE DELICIOUS LITTLE CHEAT.
She said slc loved me, ortcntimcs
She gavo me kisses warm and swcc,,
And expended scores of rhymes
On the delicious little cheat.
! called her darling, angel, dove,
My bosom's queen exhnusting quito
The whole vocabulary Of love,
And, sure, | thought that oil was right.
Gut, whom prossol her to consent,
To nnmo tho happy bridal day,
Her cream to bonnyclabber went
She laughed, nnd sail II wouldn't pny.
For was poor, and she was worse
For had truth and consistency
bnt then tho tacinn'ing curse
Had moro OF common sense than I.
She we'd II millionaire, and now,
When age has silvcrod DER my heal.
And brought somc wrink cs to my brow,
thank her for tho words she said
For had We two joined heart and hand,
For "he.tcr or for worse" alway,
The worse would havo grown worsor, and
Tho devil would have Lccm to pay.