The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1890-02-28
A DASH ON VAN BUREN,,

(PUBLIsHED By REQUEST OF NUMBER OF THE
BOYS WHO WIRE ruKRE.)
Inscribed TO J. p. Harris.
A bridge of gossamer seems lifting ffom.this
autumn sweon,
And drops sfar into another golden afternoon.
And yoG and l, my comrade. mount and pass
And feel again the spirit Of that old heroic
light.
Twas when we wore the brooches blue Of mil
And made the dash historic in the hills of Ar.
The march took in a farmer-proved in loyal
duty lax,
And SO an hour we halted to collect delinquent
tax;
There, while in sunshine lolling, some outrid-
That beautiful Van Buren, entertained . rebel
horde;
And then! to get therel as the cyclone or the
hurricane,
Or match as near as splendid horses might the
lightning's plan!
That prince OF drivers, tn old reliable Ell led
ont.
And southern sun ne'er gazed upon suother
such rout:
Jehus and Ellis all-none can ever forget that
ridei
Six miles Of rocksl our crazy cannous flying
scattering wide,
The chickens, hams and turkeys-extrs COM
mleary stOree-
Rare stuff for aching vacuums that natures
soul abhors!
Twas sad to lose those morsels, and profound
was our regret.
But stomach's loss was spirits sain-the fun
All! fun Of peril dire-the lips of laughter clos
To see boys shot in air, returning. thump old
Tho Uncle Pinneo's leg was broke, it was .
To watch him like rocket spin on that aerial
And Henry Helm, the Dutchman. testy, but q
Describing curves, eliipticsl over the limber's
Forgot was homeland sweethearts-
was in that dizzy swim,
Save ground nd lofty tumblers, sailing Ger
the mountains rim,
Twas roaring circns, yet sublime-supreme
are moments when
A hundred rudy boys are somsrsaulting into
All! jolly lads. God bless them all! Their
hearts of oak sat still,
The while their bodies seemed the dreamy at
mosphere to fill;
And now the shouts, the bugle-even Tenney's
stentorian tones
Are bnt as Inducements In that tattoo on the
stones;
Lightnings are in the nints, and dart their
bolts Of flame
Until the halting battery takes up the lurid
game;
The rebels fy-shelIs after them-across the
Arkansaw,
And in Van Bureau reigns again old Uncle
Samueis law.
Hesrken comrade! Closer your hearts beat!
Where's the beardless brayes
Who are the limping lingerers and who have
crossed the wave?
Good Pinneo! long since. his soul SCARED on .
starry quest,
Whence light flows back to kiss the. hill where
turn we to the west.
Fuller, the mystic where Is hef-our spirits
acolyte-
Torsh-besrer to the soul, like as the deep and
tender night!
The SHOWS hold all, whether upon the earth or
In its foil,
But in our dreamy retrospect. their silver hair
10 gold,
And brown and black; their cheeks are soft
and fair, their eyes bright,
AZ when the breath was jolted out OF them
but not the fight,
And somehow, JACK. the funny part 10 sigh t
10 growing dim,
And pathos seems dissoivIng to q noble, tear
That wild discord of hoofs and wheels upon the
mountain wall,
Upon that russo, afternoon that saw vauBuren
fall
And from tn at din, back through the years .
subtle music floats
harmony OF hopes and hearts attuued TO pa
triot notes;
Its rising chord is blending with the diapason
grand
That blends with all the future of the earth's
imperial land.
"A. b. Carerssss IN Topeka Ccprtai.