The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-06-26
[For the Lambertville PRESS
THOUGHTS.


Dear Annie, wish you could see
my 'Prarie Home" now in this fall
and sunny month";. The flowers are
budding mid the tender grass, upon
which the sunlight falls brightly, and
the birds are singing their sweetest
songs by the silvery lake. All the
beautiful day, l hear the merry song
of the pillow boy, and the chirping- Of
gay prairie birds. Yes, dear Annie,
my Western home is fair to-day with
music, birds, and flowers, but not so
fair to me as the old home of my child
hood, where with you | have so often
strayed by the sparkling waters of the
Delaware. AS l look upon the peace.
full beauty surrounding my home, my
heart sickens as think that even now;
perchance, in the country which have
been so proud to call my own, scenery
fair a. this, is darkened with the rude
hand of civil war that, perchance,
even now flowers as bright as tho pra-
rie blossoms springing around me are
crimsoned with the life blood of brave
men, dying in defence of our dear old
flag. Away out here, on the prairie,
we have read Of the hero of Sumter,
and of the insult offered to the flag we
cherish-and from the beautiful pra-
ries and forests of Illinois, her brave
and loyal sons are marching forth rea-
dy to die in defence Of the Union, and
the honor of the red, white and blue
There are many desolate homes to-day,
many vacant chairs at the social board,
and many hearts anxiously waiting
for the return Of their loved ones. And
oh, dear Annie, my heart yearns with
love and tenderness for you, while
your brave boys have left their bone
to fight for their country under the
Banner of Stars. Ny heart has gone
yearningly forth to the broken home
circle and the brave mother-heart be-
reft Of its Jewels. | have thought of
you, dear Annie, while reading Mrs.
Browning's lines, "Mother and poet:
"What arts for q woman To hold on her knees
Both darlings To feel all their arms round
her throat
Cling, strangle little to sew by degrees,
Aud broider the long clothes, and neat little
coat,
To dream and to doat.
''To tsach them--it stings there. I made them,
indeed,
Speak plain the wosd country. I taught
them, no doubt,
That country's thing they should die for at
need.
prated of liberty, right, and about
The tyrant turned out. !"
They are gone, your two brave boys,
and mother'a blessing has gone with
them They were as brothers to me
in the days gone by; and together we
have gathered the summer flowers and
watched the bright sun upon tie green
sward through many sunny day, and
if it be Gods will that they should die
| upon the field of battle, viii it not be
a glorious death, to die defending the
honor of the noblest realm among the
nations of the earth ? Oh long may
the old flag wave. The grass grows
green, to-day, over the grave of the
dear mother who taught me to lisp in
childish tones, the cherished name OF
my country she has passed from this
earth away, but the love she instilled
in my young heart has grown stronger
with each year have seen, and have
learned to reverence each thread oil
the flag which traitors seek to dis
honor. Oh long may that banner,
with it's clustering stars, wave over the
hills and plains of o united country
there is glory and liberty in its folds Of
crimson, white and blue; and III -
seate morn and starry eve, will | be-
seech Our Fathers blessing upon the
country I love and soon, from the
green forests of the far West to the
mountains of the East, may the Joyful
news resound that the beautiful South
and the mighty North have clasped
hands of reconciliation over the grave
Of their Father, the immortal Wash
ington. But, dear Annie, the future
rests with God, and if our friends who
have left us at the call of their country
come no more to gladden. our hearth
| stones, We will ask for them no shroud
more fitting than the flag we loye--ne
sweeter dirge than the "Star spangleC
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