The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1876-07-27
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TESP GONG OF GUSTAV AND
" HIS MEN.

IEtEfE1N @FNNAN IA
TE1T SONG OF GUSTAV AND
IIlN MEN.
High on the hills, In camp, we HsP'
The soldiers tent oil st4fs; ,,
WhIIe on his round the last NIue'1
TbOughi Of bis love and c1res
TIL morning ihot itS purple noo1'
PronheiIc q . storm,
Thsn hurt along that held Of DIooa
The bugle'S last alarm
nncs more We mount, and ride aWAy--
The SSTlge Zoe pursued
And vsSIsi hOots did beat the clay,
untn death We dew.
The r,otiutalns lift their threAtnlng brown,
The hills With pine are dark,
And Hood shall plur where water aoWSi
When battle makes his mark.
M hunter tracks the antelope
Along the Rcdbud ridge 90
The waters have no bridge.
Long, weary miles We rode last week,
DEF hills and gorHe1 vast
We SIraln'd our eyes from every peak,
We found the Sioux at last.
The buRle sounds the last array,
Each nOremAu drawn his reini
96on shall burst the furious tray'
And battle blaze amaln $1,000
We beard the click, behind the IedS' .
OF n6Anly hidden foes
But little thought by battles eds'
We soon should sleep In rows
And where YOU see those flowers blo0In'
Alonf that dnglng stream, ,,.,,
One moment more, the cfaeE Oi u'0'N
shall TeDd the rosy dfe1mi
ihouEand iOes arc folhI DeiV'f
A thousand more bthi,nu,
And lat lie will b balilc %e'
= FOr blood Is 10 the VIVA
And now they come, win iu,iou' "''0
,rhs Iront Of var We oft nave lActN'
Ut IL IsSih hath secret AIM
mr. IN, n wrath fall thick aud lat,
Eseb hero hnds bis hour +.Ht
al vaIGr'S arm win fall At last
Before the unequal power
The combat ,hlckens on these hills
Beneath Il each, q grave
And furious every demon yells-
4 tempest for the brave,
The deluso rains internal hall
And yet We hold the heldi
This Seyunth know not how 10 quail,
Nor yet know how TO Yield.
Iu front, In rear, on flank and nInE,
n'IIh'I IukenIuR circles sweep,
And horrld whIrlSinds on each nnE,
Rcd ~ the llghtnlngs, leap
We IIOht w., n Int - sSsv.
ln ..aU Sas -. III IN M ,attJs,, moutb.
our ltCnI W. ~ ~, .'' ns US'"'
FROM s'"i !" W. may
It.,,t nj the Seventh die we must,
For dnlth L thick Ming round;
WeililIgh each gallant hart to dust,
WIN iees uppn L ~ s SnUi5 -. v,.,l.
lnn Dat -. ~ fame
a HunlteI ycnI r ~ ,A IL. .hI.lI.
bLshI ~ .uo ~, Ill, !, "hs,n"i
we uA'e wv "''Nb
A huuJtel widows now ara made
Along thai bloody glen
But What arc we 70 vile or maid
Si9Ie w w III ~ bS3,Ia'. mn,
w tS s,tIIsr's re.
az NJ ~" hc,S,s ShIsb Wa sIor.r
- Min - IN ,bs bray.i
iou'
Two. hundred empty saddles DOW,
And horses 10 The dust
Aud yet th0rc's not one pAlld brow:
wv I.Sneh "a. IT. "tIrdsrJ anes ayaIn.
r. N,strb : hIttsr IA,
40 ,Hna"h tTo hnSIrsl men ure ,l.Iu.
That SSs tsct,1 honor's ploW
'"A' NAs -''r'
Thlnned are tho ranks which Custer LED
This morning to the fray;
That empty saddle! Clusters dead
Gatsu NJ, ~ ine , M S ~,
TX S IL ri! h,s,SI. -
az NJ S ouInA . ~ y" ~ ,S.,,i, ,,, f
c.nh'I,",a .Ivn Nh, T,'.tl
u" "lir9 b'' MA '''
lie RACED upon the lrattlc-pllln,
A lion In his wrath;
And from his hand, the leadcu-raIu
u sno.e s III IT, IIUn US ',m.
' anni ~ bioo,tT' III. .......
And Il mia JeSih Ge,IS,I with atm.
az e. ,IrIng AMI ibe Jssjr
ro' ''''ub ""N '"s "1 ......
ImDetuouI Al the eagles wing,
No foe could curb his lrcs;
Caught 10 the tolls which devils spring.
mIS'S ~ IN, In nso gnpS' ill.,,
~" ~ S'n,n NJ. hs1r, Il al. ,
tn r 'n Jam'n,is ibis .sv,ys s,,If.
'I ~ W. JsStnr H"I ,hn Ham "''
eie 'ueU'O' ""D 'D' w '.s.-
A haplessIOt Il thine, sweet wires,
To Know this dismal scene;
We pour like wine three hundred lives
Upon this CORY gteeul
x,6Ts M bSttle,S roar: ' ~ ''
", SIc for country md lar W.
,IISn ioysSsrn,9rsi ~
And now 10 death We iedfleIJ rush,
Nor unreTenged we die;
A mOuntalnSt0rm, the iUe WI crush,
And peal the blttle-cry,
H. sSe,sI n ths aiTI ~
WIZ bioSjy nm h inc seyentb', mIlhl-
Hath viii II, vlorT ih.Trl
The foe, they thin our shat tered lies, .E
As fast their rifles crack
Our dead, they lie In chastity piles
AlOugour hIdeous trackf s-
LIZ reI h sIaeS' h ny1' ,.S Luz ,S u ma.
w.t,o.o an r ,snt. IN to- ~ hsi,
vi All bshIn5 Ihe Js,JI
""u Hs"' Oe"'AN W. u
Three hundred men, with thunl'IInI slfll
CharRd 10 the gates Of hell
Three bundled men This day have died,
While defining devils yelll
fEr Cold e ahS. S ninL nn4 a sun anu 'oue'
I, s' ~, ~ III III. oiII HI,
Urn w NJ y. y. L .ase . AL" 's
ho ''efP' IN S''tA''H S''' .sE!,
e. -
~ ,tnony. 90 proud. that rosy morn.
The Seventh drew il rein; 80
EreSe Of sun, by battle torn,
Thsy ri ats Win the siaIn.
There on ele nal hills, they rest,
NJ sS Stnou ~ ~ n. uniIIss,s h,s,,,
No shrOud but purple clayl
Eternal peace hath settled thuro,
Upon the soldiers brow
The E 6gSis i, note shall waste, waste on an
pttp n ths IapsIsd wilderness, a.
One common gave they fud'
United in ,he MA iS't dL,trrE., .l,u
iAes "'sF "''n anus sH." "' ....f
Their Homer z tho la a, ,, vldet;!e., .
II, Sla Sh STAR In .S Si newer s S
But dame above their head;
SHoIroE y. come: with S blooming light
Bat glory haHSs banner bright
AcrOSthe living skyl
t.. M.