Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-07-04


Strange horsemen. In clouds.
Rushing. wildly confused. between.
Now gaze on this wondrouS landscape:
The Little Horns waves sweeping by
High. Conical hill;
Gods painting! ItthrillS.
Here soft charms. with bold granduer. vie
A broad. level lawn before you
Reaches down to the river side.
Where shining green trees
In morn's summer breeze
Lift their heads in majestic pride,
'Ha. say you the Sioux are retreatlng?"
His one sword gleam fleet horsrnlen pursue.
reserve corps warm cheers
Have not died On his ears
Ere he's gOne-they are all lost from view.
Lost from their proud eyes. and forever!
Horses. rifers-the chosen and best
Dashed in ranks. to their death.
As il swept by n breath
Weary marches swift closed in calm rest.
Bold victor OF desperate battles!
Dreaded by these most terrible foes.
Fate crowns here the Wide fame
OF glorihed name,
As his pure spirit seeks its rcpoSe,
What seeked he. the dauutlcss young chieftain
When this brilliant. last onset. was made?
He had taught them TO yield,
Yes! on every field.
And why now should his tried arm be stayed ?
His hundreds against swarming thousands.
Still valiant In this fast dar., ming strife
Amid smoke. yells and roar.
Means, and splaShins OF gore,
As in one fash goes each hero's life!
Tis done! and clOud-wreaths of the conflict
Drift away and disclose their dread gloom.
Under blue. smiling skies,
Each. gastly corpse. lies.
Wrapped in silence as in one great tomb.
Lo. here is the red field Of carnage.
Appalling to the Stoutest in heart.
Strange. satanic WAS scenes!
These fair hills and rayines
Telling horrors no words can impart.
Yet still in the order Of battle.
Lying line behind line AS they fought.
Oh sad picture sublime.
On the vast scroll Of time
A nations warning lesson blood bought!
Afar to the east in its splendor.
On the wonder of earth's crumbling thrones.
Dawns our century sun.
While this dark deed is done
Proud rejoicings and heros' death moans
And see! on 4 hillside he's sleeping.
With calm face and lips wreathcd in smile.
The Death angel I" greet
In his only defeat;
And we crown him with laurrs the while
These demons cen hold his corpse sacred.
Leaving untouched shat heroic clay.
While base vengeance has fed
On maltreatlng the dead.
All torn. crushed and heart mangled are they
Two brothers and friends lie around him.
And down close to the great chicftain feet
A boy soldier. So fair
In the June day broad glare.
Dreams on in rest-aye. laStiugly sweet!
Brave Custer! ame'> trump loud resounding
Throughout every nation and cline
Does not Oft sound name
More deserving Of fam"
Through the echoing ages Of time.
Ca duty'S high alter d-yoting
is ali-iariug the bloudicst foes
Sword and shield of each home,
Where these trrspaSsrrs roam.
And eNut in foul murders death throcs.
History enshrines in bright haloS
Great war deeds 'gainst brave. d sclpllned men.
But wild. savage horde
Proved his glttrriug sword.
Thus enhancing It's glory again.
A true soldier. free from all vices:
Yea. IN oath in his presence would be
An offense grossly grave.
Words he s.Na
For all temperance brave purity.
But Oh proudly loved. now herrayrd one.
Who endured the wild home Of the plain
To be near him thr"' life
Lovely. WnrshIpiIg wife,
Can words teach Us her hearts cruel pain;
Dead dead tho famr's trump still rrsounding
For the brave Of each nation and CLINE.
Should cen send the loved name
Grandly worthy such fame
Along all coming years of brief time
But one in the work. and God took him."
Young orphan wife. true hearted ~ fair
What are all fortunes charms.
or fierce warfare's alarms,
When he heeds not your tendercst care?
But keep this sweet hope. lone bercaved one,
Evermore of the near cluudIess cline;
We can yet meet above,
With the good that We love.
Where is pure JOY, unmeasured by time.
- LEILA BARAELuo r'I E.
NO one can ever know but how good he
is."-Mrs. Gen. Custer to Jennie June"