The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1862-07-09
O-rT( From ,ths Home Journal.
AFTER THE BATTLE.
RY sALLIE BRIDGES


RY sALLIE BRIDGES
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Hold the lantern aside, and shadder not so !
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There's pools Of il. lakes of it, just over there,
And fixed faces all sueaked, and crimson soak-
ed hair,
Day;S ,siSs l;.s. yAsr v. came, you and I, out
To search fOr our dead you would be soft
sight. -E'f{ ,.. - r-r
You're hi. wife! you love him you think go
Am only his mo,her--my boy shall not lie
In ditch with the rest whbc ny arms can
His form to grave ths, mine own may coon
So if your strength fails, 'bs.t go ht by tho
hearth, sa.s Nd l-eyt 80. F. {
earth! ii .ts- ftiaH ttN I
You WILL 60 !. then no iaintings give me 'ho
And fcllSw sy my footsteps, sr' heart will lead
All. God whs. is heroi grea. hesp of the
All manglod and cory whit horrible pain
These beings have died in /! Dear mothers, We
weep;
Ye weep, oh, ye weep, o'srth terrible sleep
More more Ah, ] thought I could asvermore
Grief. horror, Or pity for aught here below
Since stood In the porch and heard his ehlet
How brave was my con, how he gallantly fell!
Did they think cared then to see oI.lcers
Before me crsa, sorrow each Aa. in each handi
Why. girl do you feel neither rev'rense nor
Thst your rcd hands tarn over toward this dim
These dead men thatst.r soi All iif you had
kept
Your senses this morning ere hisscomrodes he
r W left, aaa a.- Esata- =. VI W 80 -
You had heard that his place was worst of them
Not mid the stragglers--whers he fought he
would iaH - -sE II q = &.a,7
There's the moon tho the clouds-Christ,
Christ, what scene!
Dost Thou from thy heavens DER such visions
lean,
And still call this cursed world iootstoOl of
~ thine - - --...... q
line .,g.
Piled close on each o,her--ah! here is the
S4 flag,
Torn, dripping with gOre-pOh | they died for
-a this rag atea nt..a ... "
Here's the voice that we seek-pOor SOUL do not
start,
We're woasn, no. ghos's--what ga'h DER the
Is there aught we can do I a message to give
To sny beloved one l swear, if live, .t.7
TOtake il for sake of Tho words my boy said,
"Tlome, ""mother, "wife," ere he reeled down
rt 'mong the dead .
But fret can you tell where bis regiment
stood ..s. ..
Speak, speak, man, or point twas the Ninth!
--0h the blood
Is checking his voice-what look OF dispair
f hair
From the eyes SO fast glazing-Oh, my darling,
My hands were both idle when you died alone
He's dying-he's dead CLOSE his lids-let us
Gods peace on his soul!-if we only could
know
Where our owp dear one lies !--myi soul has
turned sick
Must we crawl Ger these bodies slrown here so
thick
cannot ! cannot how esger you are
One might think you were nursed on the red
." lapoi War!
He's not here !! and not here what wild hopes
fash thro' ..
My thoughts, as foot deep stand in this dread
dew, a...t-=.. I, f.s. .,.,.....-.
And cast mp prayer to the blue, quiet sky )
Was it you, girl, that shrieked ah, what face
doth lie - ,. ....o.r
Upturned tow'rd me there. so rigid and white
oh GOD my brain reels-'tis dream nay old
sight @ ~arsg
Is dimmed with these horrors--my son, oh, my
son,
Would had died for thee, my own, only one
There, lit OIL your arms, let him come to the
Where frs, he was lulled, with my souls hymn,
4" to rest! H.0t H-.
Your heart never thrilled to your lovers fond
As mine to his baby-touch--was il for rHlsi
He WAS YOURS, TOO HE LOVED YOU! yes, yes,
'e you re right!
Forgive me, my daughter i'm maddened to-
Don't moan SO, dear child, you're young, and
May stilI hold fair hopes--but the old die of
Yes, take him again ah don't lay your face
s THERE! st.us ..
See, the blood from his wound had stained your
loose hair!
SY@I EInau 3iUBeTu8E e a. aae a
Howquiet you are !--has she tainted '--her
cheek "a sasssr ta.sas.. ..r-. 4, . 4
Is cold as his own--say word TO me--speak
Am crazed f--is she dead III as HER heart
or3 broke first -f IL ID s55f-. . 49,.
Eier trouble was bitter, bot sure mine is worst
I'm AFRAID I'm afraid alone with these
dead - ss4 4
Those corpses are stirring !s-God help my poor
q head. 5ISsIm
Iii sit by my children until the men come
10 bury the others, and then we'll go home =
Why, the sain are all dancing f--dearest. don't
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Keep away from my boy! he's guarded by
- love!--> iHferj'H # y
Lullaby, lullaby, sleep sweet, darling sleep ~
God and Thy nother will watch DER tbs keep