Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-05-24
GNnrtester 9ailp Spp.


1--WE were informed that two members of the Ma
uona Guards were married just before being order
ed to march, in the area adjacent to the fountain Mt
the centre OF the camp at Franklin Square A squad
OF soldiers remarked the ceremony, and corps of
drummers and filters, that were at hand, struck up
certain goodly tune Reporter Of Press. May 10.
find It hard to credit the experience Ihave known:
To be married i'll the twiight-in the darkness be
alone,
To sit beside my window, when the clouds blot out
the arch,
And think how long my heart must wait while he is
on the march,
We were welded at the Fountain, beneath the open
sky,
And grouped amid the maple boughs, the regiment
stood by;
Their bayoneis flashed brightly beneath a soft, pale
moon,
And file Of handsome drummer lads struck up
pleasant tune.
He took my moist, hot hand in his as he had done
before;
And the parsons talk was low and sweet, like some
1 seemed to be girl again-the wedding was
spell
And hardly knew what were said-'twas like
funeral
How like mockery it seemed-the formulary part;
They asked me would love him-I looked into my
heart
Would obey, Had he not gone at the summons
And honor? Was there woman who could not
honor him
Some loud cheers broke the stiffness: it was our
wedding peal
was folded 10 his beted blouse, the marriage rite
to seal.
pressed up to shake his hand, and cheer the
Their studied compliments were drowned: heard
the drum and life.
He wrung my hand and whispered-zhe kissed me
once again;
A harsh. hard voice ran down the ranks of "Fall
in! Fall in! Menn'
buckled on his knapsack-its weight was like
rock,
And as gave his musket, some tears ran down the
stock.
He said ''Good bye, Maria!" My throat was hard
He said that l. should write to him-I could not
make reply;
But when he stood amid the lines, felt my pulses
eapng:
Why should soldiers be dumb, and shame his flag
by weeping!
The band struck up glorious air; my thoughts
were sad and bitter;
And tramping down the leafy aisles saw the bayo-
nets glitter;
He might have turned his head again, but l was blind
with sobbing;
The fountain tinkied on the night heard the music
throbbing.
They vanished in the dusky light how wild the
yCis well ti,-.siose wave their has no
loves to battle!
think, when all the war is done, and still the ma
ton nee,
If, in the scattered regiment, he shall come back to
me?
If still the sandy locks shall nod above his eye so
blue,
If still his steep shall be proud his love as frank
ana tue!
Perhaps amid the battered few that tramp behind |
the drum,
One day unto my fathers door crippled man shall
come:
Perhaps amid my tears morn the tidings l
may spell,
Amid victorious returns, of who fought and fell
Who lay amid the mangled heaps, where blood ran
like lea,
And pressed his hand upon his heart, and, dying
spoke of me,
Then, women who have husbands will tell of glor
wars,
And honor him that brayely iell beneath the Stripes
and Stars;
And shall hug my widows weeds. while life shall
ebb apace,
And mark upon no child of mine the hue of his
dear lace.
But all my dreams still hear the drums that beat our
wedding peal,
The lke OF lie falling spray, the clank of sabre
STEEL
The music of his sad farewell, the kiss before he
went,
The futer of the silken flag above the regiment
No coward marx rests on him; his duty called him
iorth
The eagle led him southwark from her eyrie in the
He threw his body in the breach the flag went on
before:
And lis vile shall love him better that he loved
his country more