Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 May 1892 — "TAPS" [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

"TAPS"

AN G our bugles sweet and shrill; Lights went out and all was still. uB Soldiers slumbered ■ on the field, The white-winged tents their only shield;

Careless though to-morrow’s fight Should close for them in deeper night) Careless though that far sweet strain For them should never sound again. •Ah love, good night,” the bugles rang, And hushed the song the soldiers sang. Too soon shall reveille awake And shot and shell your dreaming break; TUI cannon thunders usher day, Blumber softly while you may. Wrapped in your faded coat of blue, For day shall need you, soldier true. •Ad, love, dear love, good night, good night;” For you we battle and the right •All, all Is well,” the bugles sing. But ahl what fate shall morning bring? Ball of iron and leaden rain. Prayer and parting, sigh and pain; Who shall victors’ garlands win? Who with the dead be gathered in? As fades the light from white-winged tent; As snap the heart strings bullet rent; As clouds that never come again, So passeth life and all its pain. Bay needed thee, but day no more Shall break for thee on sea or shore. Thee never now a bugle strain Shall summon to the fray again. Beyond the din of battle field Where foemen fight and foemen yield. The angels whisper “all is well,” , No bugle notes our realms shall swelL Tours was the highest boon—to die. To keep the old flag in the sky. Yours now the sweetest boon —to rest He knowgth test. He knoweth best.