The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1883-06-03
POETIC PIRACY.
An Ogden Rhymer Gets the Glory
Of Another.


account of the Decoration day pro-
Iceedings at that burg, are just at
hand. In them I find a poem
a0ritten and dedicated to John d.
'DiG Post, No. 3, G. d, r. 6g j. /.
SMYTH" ,ias follows:
The msffied drum and martial tread
Sound nourntully to-day
In honor OF the patriot dead
Whose life blood ebbed away;
On Fame's immortal eampinR-ground
| Their slant tents are spread,
And glory sheds halo round
The City Of she Dead.
No more 10 charge to foes advance
The serried columns sway,
To grasp the sword or WELD the LARGE
No picket guard to-day;
No vision of the morrow's strife
Or loved ones left behind,
Or parting kiss of child ard wife
To agitate the mind.
That ttustful blade Is red with rust,
The wAtchful eye is closed,
The starry banner trails in dust,
On which they oft reposed;
The mated cl0d ia R-oisteued still
By Nations sorrowing tears,
And freedoms Flag from every hill
! Weeps DER her Volunteersi
Now midst their kindred clsy they rest,
Far from the CORY field.
Bornst to their Spartan mothe,'s breast
On many bloody shield
But DER their hsllow'd dust to day
| 1'ha DrauarSs IF paiilions coaT
And valor crogned-immor!sl ray
Sheds luster eyermore.
Artietsm sleeps; The bloody field
OF Chattanooga passed,
And Chiesmauga backward Teel'd
Fir, % Onion bayonets mssaed;
But DER that bloody chssm now
The star Of peace illumes,
And smiles triumphant on each brow
Defiant on our plumes.
Ye sainted cons, by heavens fate,
Prized 10 the blood ye gave
No vsndals here to desecrste
The flowers upon your grave;
Nor shail your deeds Of Valor sleep
Unknown and be forgot,
While Union comrades vigil keep
Iedecorate the spot.
Rest on, ye ssinted brothers. rest
Beneath the flag you saved,
Weose stars and stripes sre ever bless'G
With martyr blood arrayed;
Nor wreck nor times remorseless blast
Shall mar ray of glory
That lights your memory to the last
In future song and story.
| Now, the shove is what might be
3'considered a passable poem-and
2barring oneobjecti0n was eminently
3suited to the occasion. The objec-
ton is that L have every reason to
believe the entire sentiment of it,
and a great many of the words,
were stolen bodily from a poem
published years ago, entitled "The
Bivouac of the Dead"
/ clipped the poem below from
the Detroit Free Press some six or
iseven years ago:
TEE BIvvUAC OF THE DEAD.
The muf1ed drums sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tsttool
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
q On Fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards with solemn round z
The bivouac of the dead.
No 1uraor ofthe foes advance
Now swells upon the wind,
Nor troubled thought at midnight haunt
OF loved ones left behind.
No vision Of the mnrrow's strife
T warriors dream alarms,
No braying horn, no screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords are red with rust
Their plumed heads are bowed,
Thei. naughty banner, trailed 10 dust
lie now their martial shroud-
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And The proud forms By battle Rsshed
Are free from anguish now.
The neighing troop, the flashing blades
The bugle's stirring blsst,
lThs charge, toe dreadful cannt made,
The din and thont are passed,
Nor Wars wild notes, nor Gory's peal.
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Tk0se breasts that never more may feel
The rapture Of the fight.
Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flashed With the triumph yet to gsins
Come down the seTried foe.
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break DER the field beneath,
Knew we'll the watchWord of that day
Was Victory or DEATH"
.
Thus meath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the cory field,
Born to Spartan mothers breast
On many bloody shield.
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kiadred eyes and hearts watch by
The hero's sepulchre.
Rest on. embslmed and ssinted dead!
Desri The blood you gave
No impious footsteps here shall tread
The heritage of your grave.
Nor shall you glory be forget
" lille Fame her record keeps,t
Or Honor points tbs hallowed spo
/ II Il