The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1886-09-02
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To day, the memory fondly loves to trace
The lessening shadows, fading into space,
Where dmly outlined in the Summer air,
We look and read varied story there;
The senses, strained to catch the nohlest thing
The voices of departed years may bring,
Hear, in soft notes, as from distant shore,
The music of the merry camp once more
Down from the hilltop, up from field and glen
Hark, the sweet note The bugle calls againl
Before the 'raptured visier stands reveaid
The tragic glory of historic field;
The weary march, the vigil, dark and still,
The trusty picket, by the lonely hill;
The conflict, fierce, within whose purple flood
A Nations pride is stamped in heroes blood;
The whitening fire, before the swaying line,
The lonely death beneath the Southern pine
From peaceful camps, or hosts of struggling men,
Like Fairy 4runp, the bugle calls again!
Distant and faint, again the threatening roar
Reverberates by Shilohs fatal shore,
Where quickened impulse seeks the battles breath
And wild and furious sweeps the storm of death;
Those gallant men Wars fercest fire hath tried,
thousand homes look on with swelling pride
Nor look in vain-the raging fires reveal
The hero's task the patriots heart of STEEL
Startling and vild-we hear it now then
Across the food the hugie cats again
Upon that field where noble thoughts inspire
To brave the sweeping, fierce, baptismal fire,
Ressiendant shines, before that line of Blue
The prestige or the sOLD1ER-trIed ana true;
Nor quick surprise, nor strong and stealthy blow,
Can sweep that line before the charging foe
Through smoke and fire, the hurtling missiles fly,
But what are these, to boys who dare to die?
bove the cries and cheers of struggling men,
We hear the brave old bugle-call again.
Tne lattle-elond lifts from the darkning plain
Like funerai- pail ai,oxe tla sallent slain;
Fames magic hand across the scene hatl spec,
And touched alike the living and the dead:
I'm frop he here fell he
Impulsive hearts rush on to meet the foe
And from the mad impetuous rush and rout
The Fifty third sends forth defiant shout;
The vision stiE rortrays the gallant men
From shilohs field Inc pFsl2 ;c9lls again
Mournful and low, about the lonely grave,
The South-winds tell the story of the brave;
The dauntless heart that leaped at freedoms call
Hath hraved the storm of battle but to fall;
Yet not gnkuG%n, qEgept, that life shall be,
Where proudly waves the banner of the free
A PATRIOTS blood CLEANS in each crimson fold
A patriots pride each glittering star of gold;
Up from the Southern river, field and fen,
With cheerful note, tine bugle calls again!
Dim recollection, reaching down the years
To other of mortal hopes and fears,
Recalls the cleaning eye, the stalwart frame
The sturdy quickstep in the path of fame;
Impetuous YOUTH with ages wiser thought,
Rejoice alike in deeds of valor wrought;
Through Georgian March-"With Sherman to the
Sea-
The glory of the Fifty-Tlird shall be.
The soul is filled with thrilling rapture, when
With martial note, the bugle calls again.
But vino are these? Thick strewn upon these heads
Times cunning hand hath woven silver threads;
Are these the boys, who, in the long ago,
Marched bravely forth to meet valiant foeF
All. yes my heart replies! Through good or ill,
The worthy life proclams the SOLDIER still!
Nor trace of Time-nor Ages whitened threads
Can cast one shadow on these gallant heads;
Filled with the tale of deeds of noble men,
In merry tones the bugle calls again!
Lamp of the past that falterins, dimiy shines
Above the grandeur of the martial lines,
Burn brighter, still, And let thy cheerful ray
Enhance the feeting pleasures of to-day;
Full aud complete the pleasing picture stands,
The past and present linked by golden bandsi
The fading years send back noble cheer
Our heart responds 1.-THE Fifty-Third is Here.s'
In echoed notes. through every wood and glen,
Earth hears the stirring buge-call again.
Welcome, brave hearts. Like an enchanted dream
The flying years, and martial triumphs, seem:
Yet. waves the Signal Flag upon the hill
We stand arrayed in marching order still:
With solid ranks, we wait the final blow
With fearless hearts confront the dauntess foe:
Away! the sound of rife, trump, and drum
With song of praise, we'll wait till Shiloh come,
Then, mid gittering host of ransomed men,
What joy to hear the bugle-call again:
When the great camps of Time shall be no more,
And the hosts are marshal'd on that better shore.
When, rich an d Free Jehovah's banners wave
In perfect peace, in triumph oer the grave,
Above earth's fires, Hope grandly points the way
Beyond earth's gloom shines out the Perfect Day:
Hark; The great roll-ca greets the listening ear
H osts of departed eo;prades answer "HeFe:
Beyond Deaths riF,I Se shSl hear II then,
Like Fairy Dream-the bugie-cali asais,