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Show Salt Lake War Poem. Soon after the civil war. the late Jonathan Jona-than C. Rovle. for many years a iealdent of Salt Lake City, wrote the ' Inir ooem on "War. The lines were ,' fnteS in The Tribune more than twenty years aKO and are reproduced because of ' thel? literary merit and the timeliness of the topic of which they .-eat. WAE. By Jonathan C. Eoyle. PI ins forth our banner In the van. Upon the battlefield at large. Xow, for the conflict, man to man-Left man-Left into line draw sabers cnarge. The words are spoken and the tread Of iron hoofs now beat the plain. And quick a harvest of the dead Is planted where should wave but grain. How manv hearts in all that host, In that mad charge, once think of God. How many priceless souls are lost Between, the saddle and the sod. Accursed war! by demons led Who haste before with hideous yell To greet the swiftly coming dead And widen out the gates of hell. Nay! tell me not that we must fight To bring to pass God s just decrees. The Prince of Peace finds no dellg.it in scenes of carnage such as tnese. God -makes the wrath of man to praise Him " c-vn where that wrath is sin. But needs no human arm to raise Its strength for victries he would win. War iF no theme for idle sport; It ever conies with pels nous Uligiu, Save as the very last resort Of nations battling for the Tight. The battling hosts may wade iu gore. Or swim unrjn its crimson foam. But waves of darker anguish pour Upon the spot which, men call home. For evcrv soldier that is slain . Some "household mourns for drear nd thus "is multiplied the pain, And woeful rivers spring from tears. And what is glory, tell me. you Who touch the harp in loudest, strains. The "Old Guard" fell nl Waterloo A "charce " swept o'er the Crimean plains. But of theni all. I hid vou name dozen of these heroes brave: And if thou cjn'st no!, what is fame. Sleeps It not al.-o in the grave. Tip jus'iee to thy fellow man. To all who ask it. mer.-y give. rtnpt the heaven-inspired plan. Unspotted from li e world to lc. Ard vou a better fame all find Tom rearer The F.ternai Heart. And when ,v. Wave this ".ir'li behind. Upon eternal Plory t:trt. |