The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-07-07

The sweet doweretS blow,
| Above the mounds that mark their resting
places.
| All the warm, clear Summers day
The bird upon the swinging spray
Pours forth for them his softest Ia:
And zephyrs fold their graves in tenderes:
embraces;
They are quite free from every care and an
guish,
| We, we alone, are left to toll and languish.
There is no need for weeping:
They are not dead, nor sleeping.
| Their mighty spirits live and move on high;
| Their death was but translation
| TO lottier occupation,
| In the Masters grand creation,
That is spread beyond the region Of the
sky.
! And their earthly work and glory
Is not ended with the story
Of the battles that they fought or the griefs
they suffered here:
| They to-day arc close beside US;
! They are here to speak and guide Us
| Through whatever fates Detide US
| Here to fire our souls with courage and to
fill our hearts with cheer
Check your regrets, restrain fond natures
sigh:
Behold their lives in all their energy:
| And tell me if such heroes ever die.
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The call has been sounded.
All me, how hearts bounded,
AS it told Of the end put to wond'ring and
waiting.
The banners are streaming,
The bright arms are cleaning
And every eve hearaing,
Impatient OF any delay or Delating.
To the front! To the front!
AS our fathers were wont,
When the land was aSsailed by the stranger.
No towards are here,
No man feels fear;
But We haste to appear
On the field Of excitement and danger.
They Stay but to tell
A hasty farewell,
AS they sever from sister and brother.
They take the sire's blessing,
The lovers hand-presSing,
The wife's fond caressing-
And last; the goodbye of the mother.
Take that after the rest:
'Tis the pureSt and best.
Heaven itself knows no nobler affection.
Take it fresh to the strife,
Keep it with you through life
Full OF comfort it is, and protection.
Mid the crowds: shout and hum,
And the sound of the drum, -.
They march, with hearts bounding and leap
ing.
Ah, little they know
That behind them is woe,
And darkness, and silence, and weeping.
in the camp, In the camp!
Hear the quick, heavy tramp
Of battalions in drilling and training!
Hear the loud, ringing note
From the bugle's clear throat!-
There's no room here fo- slota ar Complain
ing:
In the tents snow-white,
On the field so bright,
All is brimful of life and attraction.
Such pleasures we find
For Eady ana minG,
That for those left behind
We feel pity, condemned to inaction.
Only, when day is gone,
And its duties all done, !
Wte4. ,',e moonlight o:sr still! camps is play
ing, '''
Remembrance will come,
In the shadow and gloom,
Of the far distant home,
Where 3 !oy:d oTs .Eis is WATCHING and praying:
Pray on. pray ferventIy: the hour is nigh,
When DER these hills shall ring the battle
cry
When soldiers all must dare to fight and die
Along the highways dusty bed
The column moves with rarid tread:
che apugiars haeten 10 and fro. /
Commands are spoken stern and low:
Tho rolling cannon shake the ground:
All nature breathes murmuring sound:
The sun looks down with lurid glare:
And sitting vapors fill the air.
On. on we go; til! distant mLSs:et-tatt's
Froelarns That skirmishers have opened bat
tie.
Faster we move, ill come more near,
VS. catch the sound of shout and cheer.
The volleys louder. wider grow:
Great trmult rCars, aboTes 6eioW.
Eut chief in terror and in gloom,'
The hoarse, deep -throsted cannon's Doom
The hurrying columns disunite:
Some tile 10 lett, some ule 10 ElSul.
We srcr.. we dress The long, gray line,
Though hard its ardor to cenfine.
THEN ::Forward!" is the quick command:
Then forward move we on each hand.
Our way in solid ranks We push
Through stubborn brake and matted brush,
While balls around US whirring fy.
kGQ s,i; tno deadly eonIict nigh
Though not a foe can we deScty.
We clear the wood, wereach the field
Bewdering sights are here revealed.
Our own front Line fights hard and well;
The murderous work of shot Esl she'll:
Wills 4csG a4d wounded all around
But Scattered groups too surely tell
BestreW the smoking battle-ground.
The foe press up:-long lines of blue
Stretch far as eye extends its view
Clamoring, raining iron and lead,
On the earth beneath, through air DER
head
S!appuC their Lalners-rushlng en-,
KS # the fight were already won.
itForwardr' we cry-"Charge one and all!
t.Eara ya must conOrar 0r we fall !