The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-09-27

the sword Excalibar. What a flood-tide
of youthful memories are recalled by It!
'oh, cherished river. widening to the seas
Fair were the chains you wove about our
feet,
Fair were your sunny moons, and sweet
too sweet,
Your moonlit eyes OF magic memories
The singing of an old and familiar
hymn reminds us that the services have
begun within, and with the few who
are struggling on the on side, comment
ing on the condition Of the crops and the
prospective weather, we file into the lit
tie chapel. A cursory glance reveals the
audience to be principally composed of
women. the occupants being, scrupulously
separated. the male occupying one side
of the room. the female W orshipers the
other.
The preacher, who is young man
with only a local license, having but
lately enlisted I'm the cause of the Mas
ter. begins the service with some fear
and trepidation. natural to one engaged
in new line of work, but as he pro-
ceeds his earnestness pervades the en-
tire congregation, and although he closes
with an apology for his inability 10 pre-
sent the word as he would like to pre-
sent IL. the audience feels that future
success must surely follow him who has
entered into the work with the cont
seriousness that not within ourselves. but
inspiration. A patriarch who has wor-
SHIPPED here since youth then prays in an
earnest manner for the good OF the
church. for blessing upon those assem-
bled and for the strength and knowledge
for the young minister. Then follows
the closing song and benediction, and the
little congregation disperses.
Some who have come out from the city
wander back: others walk over TO the
graveyard near by. where loved ones and
friends are buried.
Here lie the forms of many Of the
early inhabitants of the city, Several
marble shafts reveal the last resting
place OF the gallant soldiers. whom
neither bugle blast nor beat of drum will
awaken until the last reveille is sounded
by the angel OF the Lord who, standing
with one foot on the sea and the other
on the land. shall swear that time shall
be no more"
Their shivered swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed
Their naughty banner traied in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
Ana the proud forms. by battle gashed.
Are free from anguish now.
The neighboring troop. the flashing blade.
The buggles stirring blast
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din ana shout are passed:
Nor wars wild note. nor glory's peal
Shall thrill wih fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture OF the FIGHT"
The chargers shuu neigh and the
boom OF cannon and the rattle OF musk
etry viii arouse them not FOR the last
taps have been sounded and
The dreamer sleeps
In xrtE H a.
ms"
Here also to their last resting place
came:
The youth IN lifc's green spring.
Matron aud maid,
The spccchlosa babe and the gruyhcaded
man"
Wandering up 60 the summit or Sunset
I'm We note The golden sun sinking 10
rest I'm the far West. and glancing 10
che east We SEQ his bcuma strike ag1inat
some cottage window on the far Ken
lucky hills aud the light h reelected back
aa nom some great diamond 81 natures
setting. The Verdant trees crown tho
summit OF these distant heights and The
shining point of light h tn only oasis
In Tho wall of living green. Again we
turn our gaZe 10 the west where The fair
Lady Aurora Is reaching forth her rosy
fingers FOR the glorious white horses OF
Apollo's golden car. Earth, air and sky
are tlnged with the warm color of her
eRgcr anticipation, but only for n short
time. for the lght and airy forms of
the cloud mlngrets and domcs. which
were like an enchanted city la the flame
OF Hellos have taken more somber colors
since Eros has loOsend the white horse TO
let them feed.
From the chapel trees some woodlawn
songster IN piping his plaintive lullaby
and the sound 81 a womans voice. sweet
and clear. Is waited upward on the even
ing air. the last words sounding distinct
and audible.
Though the soni overpowers
Sing agin, with thy sweet voice revealing
A tone
or some world far from ours
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one"
BEN ARDYS."
IudIanapOlis Sept 20