The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1879-06-20

Uabitation of man spare not the o!d
Nor the young, the weak nor the strong,
The high nor the low! Strike! comrades
Strike! On, comrades, Uil, the trumpet
Hath sounded its clarion notes, and
Sealed nations woe" "
On on they rush right madly! The
Heavens grown black, send forth in
Awful wrath peal after peal of rolling
Thunder; the lightning's lurid flames
! Flash athwart the skies IN fantastic,
! Zig-zag lines the swift, quick bang
| OF firearms pierce the leadcn air;
Wars red flag, out upon tho breezes
Float with crimson drops the glittering
! Sword is stained, and hOwls and
GrOans of the famino-stricken,t the prayers
And cries, and curses of the dying
Mngle in wild confusion with the ..
Roaring tempest. The flowers are crushed
| The trampling hoofs beneath, and
Streams of blood like rivers traverse
| The ground. War twangs her trumpet
| Horn, the sword swings round and
Round; friend and foe alike are hurled
| In one common charnel-house. Hunger
And Famine, twin ghOuls from the
Land of graves, and the inevitable
Followers of war, stalk hand i'll hand
Ocr the earth's broad realms, and ....
Thousands totter and fall like reeds
Shaken by the cyclones breath.
Disease, the pestilence that walketh ''
Abroad at noon day, foul breath'd,
Hyd ydra headed, spouts from its fiery
Nostrels, the fetid breath, that devours
As with mi on tongues!
The very how'rs exhale u recking breath,
Laden with the seed and germ of death;
The beauteOus groves, L .......
Dropping their rich foliage to the ground,
Scatter'th pain and disease around
On our dear loves.
And the tickle breeze that was wont to
"Scatter the rain drops" and send the
Rolling waves dimpling against
The raid shore, now exhale vapors
PisOned aud to destroy!
Tramping, tramping, tramping on, the
Wild steeds go, the white, the black, the
red, and
The acres of dead, dead, dead, mark their
rapid march.
Prayers arise like incense from
North to South, from East to West, but
In vain, oh in vain.
Sweeping onward the spectres find
Green fields, happy homes, ever behind
Leaving their trail like the serpent of
Eden, the new-made tombs, the bleeding
Hearts, the crusl'd and broken, and,
Sorrow how'd forms. Wherever the
Pale horse halts, wherever the phantons
Fit, are seen the pail and the bier, t.f
Is heard the cry aud the wall.
EIOi, ElOi lama sdbdcthdni? we cry
Aloud but only our own wild prayer
Comes back in mocking echoes.
We turn and gaze up toward the skies
With dim and hazy. tear-wet eyes
But only Death we see;
His cruel talons cluch our poor heart
strings,
Our ears but hear the tapping of his wings;
Our Father, where is he
No voice hath courage to cry avaunt!
To this grim monster who our country
haunts;
No agonizng prayer
Is sent unto our Gods kind ears
To stop this flow of bitter human tearsj
Our God, he is not there
El0i, Eloi, lama sdbacthaniP again
The wild cry rings out above the awful
Din like the wail Of of q lost and ruined
soul.
1t is the only prayer our pallid lips can
Frame. Bleeding hearts utter it. Wilt
Turn away oh, God of our salvation
Jesus lamb of God, thou of the torn
Hands, the bleeding feet, the thorn-crOwn'd |
Brow, wilt thou not plead for thy suff7ring |
onesf |
Softly softly cometh the answer at last,
. Tho thou pass thro' the valley and
Shadow of death, foar not for am with |
thee"
Dur ears catch the low, sweet music
Of our Savior's voice, and the tremulOus |
Beating of our troubled hearts cease, as
Did the waves of Galilee their angry |
tossing
At His stern, Peace, be still!