THE MISERIES OF WAR.
"After the brightest conquest, what appears
Of all the glories? For the vanquished, chains!—
For the proud victors, what? alas, to reign
O'er desolated nations!"—Hannah Moore.
Of all the glories? For the vanquished, chains!—
For the proud victors, what? alas, to reign
O'er desolated nations!"—Hannah Moore.
Dark was the battle-field—dark with the carnage,
Red with the blood of the wounded and slain;
Low plaintive meanings broke on the night winds—
Meanings of anguish, meanings of pain.
Red with the blood of the wounded and slain;
Low plaintive meanings broke on the night winds—
Meanings of anguish, meanings of pain.
Tale gleamed the moonlight o'er the dead warriors;
Sad looked the stars on that desolate sight:
Proud forms had perished that day in the battle;
Fond hopes had died 'mid the thickest of fight.
Sad looked the stars on that desolate sight:
Proud forms had perished that day in the battle;
Fond hopes had died 'mid the thickest of fight.
