The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1884-12-20
Lincoln County Leader.
Saturday. December 2O,:lSS4.
Wierd Poetry

iicer in the English service while
on,duty in n city.in East India, in
which the plague was doing it's ter
riblo.work. The inhabitants, par
ticularly the'foreign residents, were
dying every day by hundreds,
when twenty officers of the Eng
liIh army, without the shadow of a
hope'of ever seeing their country
or triendS'formsd a club and sought
to drown their senses in the wine
cup, and by Jest and song to divert
their thoughts FROM the terrible
and, irrcvocable'tats which each one
knew. awaited him. The author Of
this poem died salmoSt before the
echoes of "HurrRh tor the next that
dies :" had ceased to revcrberate
andi in less than a week every
member OF the club had crossed
the sable shore" The supple
mental verses were written by Har-
nv Norton, q well-known Leadyille
journalist, when pneumonia was
decimating the inhabitants Of that
carbonate camp. He' too died
while the echo Of this.wierd song
was still ringing in his ear, and ii
was sung over his grave by his re
qnest.
W. met meath the sounding raftsr,
And the walls around are bare
As they ~schoTour pealI of laughter,
1t seems that the dead are there.
But stand by your glasses steady,
Wsdrink to.Our comrades eyes
QwIff acupt TO tho dead already,
And hurrah for the next that dice.
Not here in the goblets' glowing,
Not here in the vintage sweet
'ris cold as our hearts are slowly grow
iug,
And dark as the doom we must meet.
But stand to your glasses steady,
And soon shall our pulses rise
4 cup to the dead already
Hurrah for the Iext that dies.
Not q sigh for the lot that darkles,
Not tear for the friends that sink
Wen fall midst the wine-cup's spark
les,
A,mutc &. the wine we drink.
50 stand to your glasses steady
IT'S this that the respite buys
A cup to the dead already
Hurrah for the next that dies.
Times vas whom We frowned on others
eVe thought We were wiser then;
Ha. Ha! let them think Of their moth
Who expect TO see them again.
No stand to your glasses steady
The thoughtless are. here the wise
A cup to the dead already
Hurrah for the next that dies.
There's many a hand that's shaking,
There's many a hand that's sunk
Bnt soou tho our hearts are breaking,
THEY'LL burn with the wine We have
drunk.
SO stand'to Your glasses steady :
lis here %the.revival lies
A cup for the dead already
Hurrah for the Hsxt that dies.
There's mist on the glass congealing--
It's the hurricanes frey breath
And thus does the warmest of feeling
Turn to ice in the grasp Of death.
Pc stand to your glasses steady
For a momentthe vapor fics
\ cup to the dead already
Hurrah for she next that dies.
Who breads 10 the dust returning
Who shrinke from the sable shore :
Where the high and the naughty yeATn-
ing
or one soul shall sting nc more.
Nc stand e year glasses steady
The world is a world of lies
A cup TO the dead already
Ilurrah for the aeXt that dies.
Cut OF from the land that lovesus,
Bctraye d by the land we find
Whcro the brightest have gone bcfor
US.
i he du'lcst are left behind
50 stand to your glasses steady
'ri>a wc have left TO prize
\ cup 20 he dead already
Ana hrrrah for the next that dies