The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1867-10-26
SATURDAY MORNING. OCTOBER 2s,; 1867.
IRON rnr oxAnnrsron DALEY snws,

published In our issue Of October 9th, unde
title Of "Ine Confederate Decd" was writes
Captain O'HARA, OF Kentucky, on the occasion
the transfer OF the remains Of the Kentuck,
lcers who fell at Buena Vista, from the battle
Id, where they were originally inferred, to tn
to Cemetery at Frankfort. The changes mad
adapt the poem to the purpose for which IL ha
repuhlished, will be apparent, and arc par
ulsray noticeable in the sixth and seventh
MEAS. It is due to the truthfulness Of lteratur
It the history Of the poem be set right, and it
r~version pointed out.l
THH REQUIUM FOR THE DEAD.
':The mufled drums sad ron has beat
The soldiers last tattool N'f@'f
No more on lies parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread.
And glory guards. with solemn round,
The bivouac Of tbs dead.
rumor Of the foes advance
Now awells upon the wind.
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
OF loved ones left behind
No vision OF the morrow's strife
The warriors dream alarms
No braying horn or screaming Afe 90.
At dawn shall call to aims.
''Their shiyered swords are rcd with rust,
Their plumed heads arc bowed, r
Their naughty banner trailed in dust, HS
II now their martial shroud
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle Rashed,
Are free from anguish now.
1.-THE ~neighing troop. the haahing blade,
Tho bugle's stirring blast,
The charge. the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are past
Nor war's wild note. nor glory's peal.
Shall thrill with herce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
Tho rapture Of the fight
'IAke the fierce Northern hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe
Who heard the thunder Of the fray
Break DER the field beneath,
Knew well the watchword Of that day
Was victory or death"
':Full many q mothers breath has swept
Ger Angustura's plain,
And long the plying sky has wept
Above its moulder'd slain.
The ravens scream. or eagles fight,
Or shepherds pensive lay.
Alone now make each solemn height {
That frowned Ger that dread fSy. y q "
''Sons Of the dark and bloody groundI
Ye must not slumber there,
CHba6n v>-yo 49,
Along the Needless air '.s
Your own proud lands heroic soil
Should be your litter grave
sho claims from war its richest spoil
The ashes OF the brave. &
''Thus. meath their parent turf they rest.
Far from the CORY Geld,
Borne to . Spartan mothers breast
On many . bloody shield.
The sunshine Of their native sky
Smiles sadly ON them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts wstch by
The heroes sepu1ehre.
'Rest ON, embalmed and sainted deadi
Dear ss the blood ye gave:
No imptous footsteps here shall tread
The herbage OF your grave +; ", "
Nor shall your glory be forgot 'rst ,Vi4
While Fame her record keeps. Nitetp
Or Honor points the hsllowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps. att..m
'fYon marble minstrel's voiceful stone.
In deathless song ahall tell,
When many . vanished year hath fown.
The story how 70 fell {; #' "&,-
Nor wreck, nor change. nor winter blight.
Nor times remorseless doom, u
Can dim one ray Of holy HIGHT
That gilds your glorious tomb"