The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1883-05-31
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An oldon place IN n scan lands.
A SHINING beach with silver strands
4 mountain range 80 grand and proud,
A sea that wraps IFS gleamy shroud
DER sloping shores and and.locked bays,
III light fdstastlo mlsts and sprays.
An orient land where skle arc bright
Where soft stars float like dreams OF light.
Through trlckless seas OF summer sky.
Past winds that faint--and moons that die
Past ship'wrecked stars In purple shrouds-
And sh ming tauds ofdarkling clouds,
land OF wlerd ana wild romance,
A land of revel ng, and dance,
A laUd of gorgeous. eastern moons
OF lazy, glcns, and bright lagoons,
Where fire ays wing their gleamy flights
Mid drowsy, hazy summer nights,
Where music floats on every breeze,
And in the moonlight by the seas,
The dark eyed signors and their maids,
Light dance among the orange shades.
With 'twinkling feet" AMI flashing eyes,
Till ENVY thrills the starry skies!'
n Dhttlc sCcuc III lusCdu uclus!
Ths CLINT of steel-be flash OF shields
The CLEAN of swords in battle crossed
The glow CT lance In conflict tossed
The wavering lines that onward surge,
While swells the trump cts martial dirge-
Theranks of horsemen brave, that fall
Meath volleys VILE OF cannon bal
The hiss of bullets whilzing on
The painting horse-his rider gone
The bursting blood that smokes around
While crimson grows the tutted ground
The banneIsto tom and reeking red
With blood that hero hearts have bled
The battle wanes, the victory's won!
Now sinks in blood the Tuscan sun:
And twilights silvery fling rs, bright
Are weaving spangled stars for night
The broken lines now quick retreat!
The Changing sound of chargers feet @ s..,-.
Grow dim and DINNER til it seems, ...
The echoes ar but dreams of dreams! go. !.
The orient stars in splendor float s..,.G.. -
And Ger the battle wierdy gloat, 49, . ..s.
While breeses sweet, from dells of flow'rs . 80,
And wdnton winds, from orange bow'rs,
Float highly with their pectral flood,
And SILVER DER the field of blood. - .... -
The moon CLEANS gil an upturned face
A face of bright aud boyish grace,
Whose shoulders epauletted, tell
Why in the foremost ranks he fell.
A face that RaDhaers genius bright,
Would glorify in marble white
A chiseled facs-so young and fair
Framed in a crown of jetty hair.
gaping wout d-a herO's heart
Pierced with the toeman's jav'lin dart!
And DER him kneels a woman worn,
Her head is bare. her kirtle torn,
And wild she sobs, and fearful weeps.
While deaths shade near i'd near r creeps,
Now sadder grows the Tuscan skies.
And bright stars weep with gleamy eyes,
The gondoliers light call "stali''
No longer bursts in strains of glee.
The sea IL sad-the white spray cries,
And DER the rocks, in anguish flies.
The poor waves weep as mothers weep
O err babes they love in death asleep
Break break my rhyme hearts quickly breal
Your broken strings may music wake
Be sad, my muss! woe-wing my rhyme,
Another weeps-'tis midnights prime,
A efield with carnage strewn,
A gha, tly, dismal, Tuscan moon;
mother prays, with fearful face,
Her boy is stlll-in deaths embrace
Now swept an ANGEL winged with light,
And crowned with starsl from shores of nigh
And sadly, dimly. lowering near,
In pity sheds an angels tear!
And 10! from out that tea r-drop bright,
There rose willow tree that night
A tree that rustles, sobs and weeps
When orange breezes, DER it sweeps,
tree that quivering droops in fear,
And means, and signs, in anguish drear,
Forever in the Tuscan glen,
Where fell the no 'ts of valiant men.
Through ages; Icing and dreary years,
The willows weep, their leafy tears,
In grhve-yards, dank, DER tomb-stones white,
Where wild ghosts stalkin moonless night
The willows sob. and moan and weep,
Like lEolean harps where death winds creep.
DALLAS, TEXAS, Sunday, May eth, 1883.