. Poems . ts burst In the torrid agony of thirst; But the demons that follow laugh and yell As they breathe the native blasts of hell. The simoons blast, Oh joy! is past, And the ocean beach is reached at last! A storm is out and the wild winds mock The ship as she drives on a hidden rock, And the sea-gull screams its piercing dirge As the dead drift in on the landward surge. No pause! but quick as thought I lave My burning limbs in the boiling wave, Till! reach a cliff in my watery flight And breathless scale its dizzy height. The oceans roar comes faint and weak As I cling to the side of the
. Poems . ts burst In the torrid agony of thirst; But the demons that follow laugh and yell As they breathe the native blasts of hell. The simoons blast, Oh joy! is past, And the ocean beach is reached at last! A storm is out and the wild winds mock The ship as she drives on a hidden rock, And the sea-gull screams its piercing dirge As the dead drift in on the landward surge. No pause! but quick as thought I lave My burning limbs in the boiling wave, Till! reach a cliff in my watery flight And breathless scale its dizzy height. The oceans roar comes faint and weak As I cling to the side of the slippery peak, Watching the wrath of the fearful night By the fitful flash of tempests light. Lo! how the eyes of the demons glow As they cleave the boiling waves below! Yelling at me, their helpless prey As bloodhounds yell when the stags at bay! They climb! they mount! the demons all. And the beetling cliff begins to fall— And I wake v/ith a groan and a smothered scream To find it all a fever dream 28. MAJOR E. B. BASSETT Third Infantry. K. S. G. MAJOR BASSETTS CHASE. Text—^O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would considertheir latter end !How should one chase a thousand, and two put ten thousand to flight? —Deuteronomy xxxii, 29, 30 Glenravens Night Riders, five hundred finished their riot of outrage and wrong,They had burned Lathams warehouse, robbed Italys King(What defense in the courts will the criminals bring?Who will dare to defend base ingratitudes sting?);They have scourged a Kentuckians back like a slave,Twas the brute deed of cowards, not the just or the brave,*McCool on his shoulders plied an overseers lashesBy the light of two warehouses sinking in have dragged helpless maidens from innocent bed,They have shot through the bedrooms of widows—with leadThese black-handed anarchists of murder and arsonFired four volleys at a silver haired Methodist yelled in derision as their shots rang on air,Denounc
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