The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1871-08-05

ape. O'Hara, OF the Kentucky Volunteers, on Il
occasion Of the dedication of a monument over Il
kentucky soldiers who fell in the battle Of BueI
'ista and whose bodies were taken from battle tie
nd re-interred in Franlfo"t !
The muffied drum 8 sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tattoo;
No more on Ifes parade shall meet
The brave and fallen few:
On Fames eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
While Glory guards with solemn round
The Bivouac of the Dead.
No.rumor of the foes advance
Now sweeps upon the Wild =
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
Our loved ones left behind
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior 8 dream alarms
No brayiIighofp, no screaming fife
Al dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords red with rust
Their plumed heads are bowed,
Their naughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud:
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, in battle gashed,
Are freed from anguish now.
The neghlng troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's thrilling blast;
The charge the dreadful cannonnade,
The din and shouts are past.
Nor Wars wild note, nor Glorys peal
Shall thrill wi h fierce delight
Those breasts which never more may feel
The raptures of the fight.
For like the dreadful hurricane
That sweeps the wild plateau.
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe.
Who heard the tempest of the fray
Break DER the field beneath,
Well knew this watchword of that day
Was - Victory or Death. "
Long had the doubtful conflict ragged
Across the surging plain
For ne'er before such fight had Haged
The fiery sons of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the CORY tide,
Not long, our stout old cheftain knew,
Such odds his strength could blde.
Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to "a martyrs grave,
The flower of his own loved land
The Nations flag to save,
BY rivers of their fathers gore
His frst-borp laurels grew;
And well he deemed their sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.
Full many a northern blast has swept
MIA
Aud long her plying skies have Wept
Above the Wondering slain.
The raven s scream, the eagles flight,
Or shepherds pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullep height
That frowned ON that dread day
sons of the " Dark and Bloody Ground. "
Ye should not slumber there.
Where strangers steps and tongues resound
Along the needless air.
Your own proud lands heroic soil
Must be your litter grave;
She claims from War its richest spoil
The ashes Of the brave.
Now meath this par'n turf they rest
Far from the CORY field
Borne to 4 Spartan's mothers breast
On many q bloody shield.
The sunshine Of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watcl. by
The soldiers sepulchre.
M.
Rept on, enbalmed and sainted dead,
Dear rs the blood ye gave;
No impious tootstep here shall tread
The heritage of your grave
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While Fame her record keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where valor proudly sleeps.
XII.
Yon faithful Herald's blazoned stone
With mOurntul pride shah tell,
When many a vanished age has flown.
The story how We fell.
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winters flight,
Nor Times remorseless doom.
Shall mar one ray of ilory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb