Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-07-05

'Tis noon. near the Rosebud river.
And high noon Of the hrroN fame,
When "March" is the word
By his warriors heard.
And 70 echoed in glad acclaim
Barbarous foes are before them.
But they thirst forthr coming fray.
Marshal souls Ar" stirred
With that magic word.
From one whom they love tn obey.
Welcome! the tidingS "f Reno
The trail OF the savage is near
Nay, they march all night,
TIL the soft. pure light
Of sabbath shines golden clear!
Hut see! there an Indian village.
Beyond it, dense forest green;
While thick dust enshrouds
Strange hUrSrmrn. in clouds.
Rushing. wildly confused. between.
Now gaze on this wondrous landscape:
The Little Horns waves sweeping by
High, CoGical hill,
Gods painting, IL thrills.
Here soft charms, with bold grauduer, 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.
'lla! say you the Sioux are retreating?'
His one sword CLEAN fleet horSrmen pursue.
A 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!
4 AZ oh.
Dashed. in ranks. To their death.
Asif swept by a 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 "A gl"rihed name,
As his pure spirit seeks It's rrpoSe,
What recked he. the dauntlrss young chirftaiT
When this brilliant. last onset, WAS made?
He had taught them to yield.
Yea! on every field.
| And why now should his tried arms be stayed
| His hundreds against swarmIng thousands.
| Still valiant in this fast darN ming strife
Amid smoke. yclls and roar.
Means. and splashing Of gore.
! As In one flash goes each hero's life!
'Tis done! and cloud wrcaths of the conflict
Drift away and disclose their dread doom.
Under blue. smiling skies.
Each, CHASTITY corpse. lies,
/ Wrapped in silence as in one great tomb.
| Lo! here is the red feld Of carnage.
| Appalling 20 the St0uteSt in heart
Strange. Satanic Wal scenes!
These fair hills and ravInes
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
4 nations warning lesson, blood bought!
Altar to the east in its Splrndor
On the wonder cf earth : crumbling thrones.
Dawns our Century's sun.
While this dark deed is done
Proud rrjoicings and heroes death moans.
And see ! on hillside he's sleeping,
With calm face and lips wreathcd IN a smile,
The Death Angel to greet
In his only defeat:
And We crown him with laurclS the while.
These demons cen hold his corpse sacred.
Leaving untouched shat heroic clay.
While base vengeance has fed
On maltreatnG the dead.
All torn, crushed and heart manglrd are they
Two brothers and friends lie around him.
And dow. close TO the great chIrftaiu's feet
A boy soldier, So fair
In the June days broad glarr.
Dreams OH in rest-aye. lastiugly sweet.
Brave Custer! Fame's trump loud resounding
Throughout every nation and cline
Does not Oft sound name
More deserving of fame
Through the echoing ages Of time.
on Duty high alter devoting
His all-fdcing the bloodirst foes
Sword and Shield of each home.
Where these trrSpassers roam.
And exult in foul murders death throes.
History enshrines in bright halos
Great war deeds 'gainst brave. disciplined men
But a wild. savage horde
Proved his glittrrng sword.
Thus enhancing its glory again.
A true soldier. free from all vices;
Yea. an oath in his presence would be
An ofense grossly grave.
Words. example he gave
For all temperance. Brave purity.
But oh. proudly loved. now bereayed one.
Who endured the wild home of the plain
To be near him thro' life
Lovely, worshipping wife,
Can words teach Us her hearts cruel pain;
Dead dead tho Famr's trump still rcsounding
For the brave of each nation and cline.
Should zen send the loved maine
Grandly worthy such fame
Along all coming years Of brief time.
But one in the world, and God took him."
Young orphan wife. true hearted As fair!
What are all fortunes charms,
Or fierce warfare'S alarms,
When he herdS not your tendrrrst care?
But keep this sweet hope. lone bcreavrd one.
Evermore of the near. cloudleSS cline;
We can yet meet above.
With the good that We love.
Where is pure JOY, unmeasurrd by time.
- LEILA BARkELOu t'I E.
'"No one can ever know but how good he
is.'-Mrs. Gen. Custer to Jennie June"
Said the Nurse to the Doctor: Sure sir,
l'only know of one good medicine for the
Baby, and that i Dr. Bulls Baby Syrup"
Robbery at Selma.