The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1861-12-10

is at enmlty with God.
1t has wrought upon a portion
OF the people of the land,
Till they almost think they're honest
In the treason they have planned.
1t has struck the sea with rapine,
1t has tinged its shores with blood,
And it rolls and surges inland
Like desolating flood
1t has rent the nearest kindred
Fen the mother and the son.
But, AS Gods a God of Justice,
Its career will soon be run.
There's camp in Wickliffe's meadow,
Less than eighteen miles away
John, Mt your age ! could make it
Twice 'twixt now and break of dav;
Fillyour buggy up with baskets,
Fill each basket to the brim,
Sweep the rantry of its choicest,
Till the shelves are lean and slim:
Take ug or two of apple,
For these chill November damps
Oft benumb the weary sentries
As they guard the sleeping camps
Drive the get of old Sarpedon-
For the glory of his sires
He will make the camp at Wieklife
Ere they STIR the morning flrCs.
Tell the soldier of Kentucky,
And the soldier from abroad,
Who has come to fight the battle
OF his country and his God
Tell them one who on the Wabash
Fought with Davies when he fell,
And who hled ut Meigs where Dudley
Met the painted hosts OF hell
One who fought with Hart at Raisin.
And with johnson on the Thames,
And with jackson at New Orleans,
Where We won immortal names,
Sends them from his chimney corner
Such fair greeting as he may,
With few small creature comforts
For this drear November day.
Tell them he has watched this quarrel
From il outbreak until now,
And with hand upon his heart beat
And Gods light upon his brow
He invokes their truest manhood,
The full prowess Of their youth,
In the battle OF the nation
For the right and for the truth.
Tell them one whose years are sinking
To the quiet of the grave,
Thus cnioins each valiant Spirit
That would scorn to be q slave
" By the toll and blood your fathers
In the cause Of freedom spent,
By the memory of Your mothers
And the noble aid they lent;
By the blessings God has showcred
On this birth right OF the free,
Give To Heaven reycrent spirit,
Bend to Heaven a willing knee,
And in silence. mid the pauscs
OF tn, hymn and Of the prayer.
To the God of Hosts appealing.
By the God of Battles swear-
Swear to rally round the standard
With our nation that was born,
With its stars ofworld. glory
And its stripes that none may scorn
Swear to fight the fight forced on us,
While an armed foe stirs abroad
Swear to fight the fight of Freedom,
OF the Union, and of God -
All he drives the young Sarpedon-
Drives the son OF glorious sires,
And he'll make the camp at Wickifre's
Ere they build the morning fires.
Do you know, child i am rrouder
Ofthe spirit of your boy
Than of any other grandson
That Ger brought his mother ioy 4?
And so now, good Mamie Hardin,
For the night you'd best retire
And for me, my child, I'm wakeful,
And Ill still sit by the fire.
Oh. my soul is in the battles
OF the Wabash and the Thames,
Where the ppawacs pf Epntnal,.
Won imperishable names
must see the camp at Wickliffc's-
Mamie. You as we'll can CO.
must mingle with the soldiers
Whohayc come to fight our foe
] must talk TO them of battles
By the ranks Of freedom won,
And ofacts of valor ventured,
And of deeds of daring done.
Ah, I'll take them To the ramparts
Where their fathers fought Of old
For my spirit now suveys them,
AS chart that is unroll'd-
And I'll show them in the mirror
or the clouds and of the skies,
Where the hosts of glory marshal,
Aud the flag Of glory flies.
rake blanket, dear, from Efiie,
And a comfort here and there,
And from my good bed and wardrobe
Strip whatever can spare.
Hunt the house from top TO bottom,
And let the ncighbors know
What they need, the men who shield the
From the fury of the foe.
BE MP carly in the morning:
Ask Of all what they viii send
To the camp in Wickliff's meadow
Where each soldier is n friend
'Twcre sin. whilst there is plenty.
Let us never feel the taunt)
That the legions Of tho Union,
Baying danger were in want.
Write at once to Hatty Shelby.
And--ior both of them are there
send a line to lice Dudley,
And word for Ruth Adair;
Then TO morrow write to pcnss,