The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1870-09-12
pailp Argus.
CLEBUREE.

From the Dublin Nation.
How far and fast the autumn blast
Bears the dead leaves over the ground:
As fast and far IS the hand of war
strewed our eountry's brave around,
And their nameiess graves are the oceans caves
The forest and mountain glen
| mere the yulture screams ~ the angry streams
Are hiding the bone. OF menl
And what angui he'd cries
| From the South arise,
For the bravo mes fallen in vain?
While the victor North
i Rings paeans forth,
And exuts in her broad domain
As the FIRE suppressed in Vssuvius' breast,
| The latent fires of crime
In tbs human frame pulse the same,
| Till famed by the storms of time
As the lava -fold swept uncontrolled,
When Pompeii's giories shone,
Lo the weakened rage of = vsndal age
| When freedom is oerthrown
| And we'll look "a tears,
Through long, long years,
For the brightness shrouded DER,
| Bnt the golden rays
| Other haicyon days
Shall return to the land NO morel
Then fling the horde their base award
| Their chief his triumphai crown;
| Place vile deceit in the judgement seat,
Where honor is trampled down;
Give paltry bride to the hired scribe,
| To the venaI bard his foe;
| But him who draws in . righteous cause
| treemsn's sword give me 4.
| Though his bones should bleach
On the sea-wsshed beach,
Though his grave be the lowly mound,
His name shall chime
Through the halls of time,
And swell through the deep profound!
Be brave nasse, who fall, and pass
To the leaden halls of heath,
| There are palms for the few, but alas for you,
Not leaf from the v;otor's wreath
| But sing of one whose glory shown
Like q meteror, bright and grand,
" no gave his name to the triumph of fame,
! And his blood to a generous land
The festive toast,
The soldier boast,
The type of martial age!
The foe of wrong,
The soul of song,
And the light of future page
The base grow bold for power and gold,
The vain though fear Of scorn;
| The good WAX strong in their hate of wrong /;
But he WAS warrior born;
From his eagle glance, and stern Advance
And his action swift as thought,
The rank and file from his fair isle
Their courage electric caught,
As the whirlwind's path
Shows its fercest wrath
Though tho lordliest forest pines,
So the deepest wave
Of the fallen brave
| Told where Cleburne crossed the lines.
On Richmonds plain his captive train
Outnumbered the hoste he led,
And he won his stars on that h-ld of Mars,
| Where The giori, us Johnston BLEED
| Twas his to cope, while a ray of hope
| Humid his fag-and then
| Twas his to die, while that flag few high"
| In the van of shivslrie men!
Nor a drawer host,
| Could Erin boast,
Nor than he a more gallant Knight,
Since the peerless Hugh
| Crossed the Avon dhu,
And Bagnsls hosts aflg bit.
There were eyes afar that watched your star
As it rose wit the Southern Cross"
There were hearts that bled that when its course
And old Ireland felt your loss was sped
While her flowers sbalI blow, or her waters flow
Through Shannon. SUR and Lee,
| The patriots song shall roll along,
Their winding waves for tbeei
And they II tell with pride,
Cow Cleburne dieds
In the land of the free and the brave
How his sword of mi light
Was beam of light,
Though it led to exile's grave, B.
*The name of Patrick Clehurne, Lieutenant
General in the Confederate army.