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A SUPERB WAR POEM.

BY enoIY.
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BY GnoLY. The turkman lay beside the river; The wind played loose thro' bow and aniSer. The charger on the bank fed free. 2 q, '7--. The shield hung glitiering from the tree. t, The trumpet, shawn, and aiahal i- -.-- Were hid from dew by clnak and pail, For long and weary was the way The hordes hard march q that burning day Above them, on the sky ofJune. Broad as buckier giow'd the noon. Flooding with glory, vale and hill, In silver sprung the moantain rilI, The sheen of shrub in silver bent, A pile of silver stood the tent; All sonndleas, sweet tFanquility-- Ali beauty. hilI. and tent, and tree. There came sonnd--1was like the Eush When night winds shake the rose's bush, There came soand--'twas like the tread, or wolves along the valleys bed. There came sound--'t,sas like the roar, Ofoceaa en its wintry shore .a ..DRArH TO THE Tunk," up rose the yell On roll'd the chafge-a thandes rssi! The Tartar arrows feil like raiEs--- They elAnked on helm and snail and chain In bIood-in hste--in death, were twined Savage and Greek--mad-- d--bieediug- blind And still, on Eeuk, and ff0nt, and rear Ragged Constantine. thy thirstisst speas Brassy and pale--a type of doem- Labored the moon through deep'ning gloom, Down plunged her orh-'twas pitehy night Now Turkman, turn thy rcins For flight. On rushd their thousands through the dark! Bat in the camp ruddy spark Like an uncertain meteor reel'd-- Thy hand brave king, THAT hre-brand wheel'd. Wild burst the burning element. Ossf man aud eeurser, flag and tent! Aad, through the blaze the Greeks eutsPaang, Like tiger, bloody-foot and fang.- With dagger, stab, and falehiou's sweep, Delving the stunn'd and staggering heap Till lay the slave. by chief and khan- And ALL was gone that oEez VAS MAN. A waiIing on the Euxine shoIe-- Her chivairy shall ride DO mors. There's wailing on thy hills, Aitai. For chiefs. the Grecian yulture's prey But, Bosphorus. thy silver way Hears shouts for the returning bsAve-- The highest of her knighly lint-- FoR THERE COMES GLORIOUS CeKsraNrINE'