The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1869-07-30
Chnife Rnetry.
The Midnight Parade of Napoleon.
Suggested 1y a German Balidd.

Suggested dy German Baiidd.
'Tis dead of night, and the full moons light
Is struck with eclipse pale, Il
And deep and low, like n voice of woe
Through the forest comes the gale.
'Tis like the hour when things have power
OF might and mystery;
When reas on shakes. ana man awakes
To all he breads to see
And on yonder cloud, like q mighty shroud
Hung DER the lifeless earth.
Are shifting bright on the dazzled sight
Strange scenes of griefand mirth
Plays, battles, banquets in high halls,
Wild plains with corses strewed
Kings crownedkings stretchedin funeral pals,
Feast, ageant, frenzy, blood.
There to the deep thy waters sweep,
softseipe through myrtles wound;
There to the brown Italian plain
The Alpine torrents bound;
There through the Austran's pleasant field
Thy billows, Danube pour
The Turkish lance, the Roman shield
Lie mouldering on thy shore
And there the Nile bathes many a pile
OF old Egyptian kings;
There Dniepers bed Is gory-red;
There, Don, thy crystal springs
Are dark and faint with the corse's tani;
For the judgment has come, and the SHOWS the
tomb ...
Where the murderers host must lie
But what is the sound rolling round and rouu :?
'Tis the beat OF u midnight Irum:
And from many a land the spectre band,
At the sound of that larum come.
From South and from North, they are nocking
forth,
From the field, from the ocean wave;
For these are all who held earth in thrall
Dark battalions of the grave.
And they come on the plain, like drops of rain
Failing thick in q thunder shower;
Butno footsteps fall no trumpet call,
Is heard through the sons of power
The moons last light just quivers white
on a harvest ofhelm and spear;
But no eye of man could stretch from the van
OF that host to the cloudy rear.
sun on they come from the earth 's.deep womb,
In column and square and line;
All tieshless bone, with eyes of stone
The moonbeams through them shine.
But their fingers grasp with deathless clasp.
The bride and lance and sword;
And the eagles wave DER the ghosts of the brave
Which once DER their glory scared.
And on front and on wings. their chienains
and kings
On their paving chargers ride;
There he whose crown was cloven down
On the Calabrese mountains sides
There he who fell when Austrias yell
Rang wild from Marengos plaint
There he whose blood dyed the Leipsic flood
When the German shivered his chain.t
And he, the last, on whom Death had cast
The grasp of his Icy hand,
With eyes that smite like the arrows flight,
In the front of the host takes his stand.
on his brow of gloom is waved no plume,
On his breast is no stecly mail.
But an "IRoN CROWN" throws It's flashes down
On his spectral visage pale.
And by his side is simply tied
A little ng-sheathed sword;
No gold is there, no jewel rare
Betrays the battles lord,
But the lightnings wreathed round that stee
unshesthed,
And the thrones of Europe reeled,
For the sickle of death was in that sheath,
And the world was its harvest field.
On his charger white, through the live-loni
night,
He passes in pale review
The skeletons, to whom earths thrones
Were once but dust and dew;
And the banners sroop, as each ghastly troop
Moves before its silent lord
And one word of woe each murmurs low,
SAINT HELENA is that word
Sill on they crowd from the worm and Tho
shroud
In ieshess millions on;
And the star of pride is on each side,
And the spear in the grasp Of bone;
Till the march decays on the chieftain's gaze
And the thistle alone is stirred,
As the wind comes low with one word OF woe
SAINT HELENA is that word
+Mulat. tDessaix. 4Poniatowski.