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The soldisfs last tattoo
No more on LIES rarnds shall meet
That brave and fallsa fsw
On Fsmss eternal camping ground
Their sileat tents arr spread,
And Glory guards, with solemn round,
The biTouae Of the dead
NJ rumor Of the foes advance
Nov swells upon the wind
No troubled thought at midnight haunt,
OF loved ones left behind;
No vision Of the morrow's strife
The warriors dream alarms;
Nor brsving horn nor screaming hfe
Al dawn shall call TO arms
Their shiyered swords are led 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,
Ard the prond forms by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
The neighing troop, the flashing blads,
The bugle's stirring blast
The charge, the dreadful cannonsde,
The din ana the shout are past;
Nor wars wild note, nor glory's peal
DuoAt WIN btttt utittuh
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture Of the fight.
Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps his plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Come down the serried foe
Who heard the thunder Of the fray
Break o'er the field beneath,
Knew well the watchword of the day
Was "victory or death"
Long had the doubtful conflict ragged
Der all that stricken plain
For never fercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood Of Spain
And still the storm Of bate blew,
Still swelled the CORY tide;
Not long, our stout chieftains knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.
Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyrs grave
The flower of his owl loved landt
The nations flag to save.
By rivers Of their fathers gore
His frst-born laurels grew,
And we'll he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory, too.
full many a norther's breath has swept
Ger Angostura'st plain
And long the plying sky has wept
Above its mouldered slain.
The ravens scream, or eagles fight,
Or shepherd pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned DER that dread fray
Sons Of the Dark and Bloody Grounl,s
Ye must not slumber there
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the needless air;
Your own proud lands heroic soil
Shall be yonr filter grave
She claims irora war his richest spoil
The ashes of her brave.
So, meath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the CORY field,
Borne 10 Spartan mothers breast,
On many bloody shield
The sunshine Of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch BY
The heroes sepnlcbre.
Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead,
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impit us footstep here shall tread
The herbage Of your grave
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her record keeps,
Or honor points the hallowed spot
Where valor proudly sleeps.
Your marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless soag shall tell,
When many vanquished age hath flow
The story how ye fell
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winters blig
Nor Times remorseless DOOM
Shall dim one ray Of holy light
Thet gilds your glorious tomb.
'Zachary Taylor.
tGeneral Taylor was native Of Kentucl
and the Kentucky troops are here alluded TO
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