The Nevada Democrat., 1862-01-14
NOBLE POEM.

rhe following magnificent poem is from the pen
ym. D. Gallagher, for many years editor OF the
cinnat Gazette, and more recently Of the Louis
, Courier, but who has since 1854 resided on
ntation near Louisville, Kentucky.l
GRANDPA NATHAN.
ssPEOrYuLLY INSCRIBED TO GEN. LEsLIB oooABs.
BY the beech and hickory FIRE
Grandpa Nathan sat at night,
With details OF marching armies,
And the news Of many fight.
When he laid aside the paper,
Though its contents he had told,
He was piled with many questions
BY the young and by the old.
It's war the most infernall
(Grandpa Nathan made reply),
But the legions Of the Union
Soon will crush it out or diel
If I only had the ygOr
OF Just twenty years ago,
How I'd leap into my saddlel
How I'd fly to meet the foe
Mamie Hardin, dearest daughter,
There's a spirit now abroad
That's akin to whatsoever
Is at enmity with God.
It has wrought upon portion
OF the people OF the land,
Till they almost think they're honest
In the treason they have plannd.
II has struck the sea with rapine,
II has tinged its shores with blood,
And Il rolls and surges inland
Like a desOlating food.
II has rent the nearest kindred
Fen the mother and the SON.
But, as Gods a God Of Justice,
It's career will soon be run.
Jhere's camp at wickliGes meadow,
Less than eighteen miles away
Tohn, at your age could make It
Twice 'twixt now and break Of day
Fill your buggy up with baskets,
Fill each basket to the brim,
Sweep the pantry Of its choicest,
Till the shelves are lean and SLIM
Take Jug or two of apple
For these chill November damps
OFT benumb the weary eentries
As they guard the sleeping camps;
Drive the get of old Sarpedon-
For the glory Of his sires
He will make the camp at Wickliiie's
Ere they stir the morning fires.
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 bled at Megs, whore Dudley
Met the painted hosts Of hell
One who fought with Hart at Kaisin,
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 a few small creature comforts
For this drear November day.
Tell them, he has watched this quarrel
From its outbreak until now,
And with hand upon his heartbeat,
And with Gods light upon his brow,
He invOkes their truest manhood,
The full prowess Of their youth,
In this battle of the Nation
For the right aud for the truth.
Tell them one whose years are sinking
To the quiet Of the grave,
Thus enjoins each valiant spirit
That would scOrn to be n 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 showered
On this birthright Of the free,
Give to Heaven geverent spirit,
Bend TO Heaven willing knee,
And in silence, mid the pauses
OF the 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 Of world wide glory,
And It's stripes that none may scorni
Swear to fight the ight forced on us,
While an armed foe stirs abroad;
Swear 10 fight the fight Of Freedom,
or the Union, and Of Godl"
All he drives the young sarpedon-
Drives the son Of glorious sres,
And he II make the camp at Wickline's
Ere they build the morning fires.
DO you know, child, ] am prouder
OF the spirit Of your boy,
Than of any other grandson
That ere brought his mother iOyi
And 80 now, good Mamie Hardin,
For the night you best retire
As for me, my child, I'm wakeful,
And III sit by the Ore.
Oh, my soul Is in the battles
OF the Wabash and the Thames,
Where the prowess of Kentucky
Won impershable names
must see the camp at WickliGe's-
Mamie, you as well can go;
must mingle with the soldiers
Who have come 10 meet our foo
must talk TO them OF battles
BY the ranks Of freedom won,
Aud Of acts Of valor ventured,
And Of deeds Of daring done.
Oh, I'll take them to the ramparts
Where their fathers fought of old, -
For my spirit now surveys them,
AS IA chart that is unroll'd--
And III show them In the mirror
Ofthe clouds and of the skies,
Where the hosts OF glory marshal,
And the flag glory flies.
Take blanket, dear, from Effe,
And q comfort here and there,
And from my good bed and wardrobe
Strip whatever can spare.
Hunt the house from top to bottom,
And let all the neighbors know
What they need, the men who shield them
From the fury of the foe.