DECEMBER SEVENTH To Captftin Marcos D. Tenney.M\ Hattfain. when the might v whirl • « — — •retui3L». {This day, marked red on that dire calendar j 'A lien Freedom's flair refused to drop a star,—I tread again the vale—again itV..- *•-burnsA\'itli battle*.* lire. N our voice, asmade forward * lutsduwling tmgles, wheels the griiuyguns,And from their thunderous mouths the lighning runs, fhe smoke hides all, tlno which aiioarand farI dash demon eves. The shout of on-j set thrills ^1'ero and onward. Life and Death— God 's millsThat grind souls line—with dread1]. |maehinervlt;v : niggle together; both combat Hiev ' C7 v-sun. !d he darkness falls lh« day of glory’s done—And Death doth shod, tlie night with victory.-A. A. IS Havant1