The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-06-26


Hank amournful melody comes stealing on the
night winds, and whispers Of wailing sorrow, a
a Inell that echoes adown the long coming years,
and rests only up there where the angels dwell
The dying refrain Of our battle fields is caught
back by melancholy response from the moth and
the south, from hill AM vale, from mountain and
sea. God stay this agony A nations pale hands
wiring with agonizing suspense, and whitened lips
murrnur over the loved names that have a place
on earth no more forever. Silvered heads and
feeble forms bow in speeches. grief on the crush
ed and distorted remains of brave, daring youth,
and eyes all dim with age and tears cannot find
anon. the mangled dead, its own and loved. List
ye, to the cry of the widow and orphan, whose
husband and father find an uncovered grave down
there where the shines holly and the foul dark
bird gather in hungry glee. Hush with the boom
ing of the cannon that heralds victory, and comes
echoing along on plain and water, carries with its
penetrating sound the sickening deadening horror
Of the slain the regretful wailing moan of the dy
ing and the peace of the dead that is recorded
above
Can we that have sent our treasures, and have
but the memory of them lett, forget the lonely
hearfhs, the desolate hearts, and the grief, that
like the canker worm, eats its way through all the
life, down even TO the grave. The moon looks as
calmly down upon the fields of whitened dead, land
the stars twinkle as brightly as though all unoon-
scious of the bloom and freshness that have in a
single hour turned into blight and death. [ some
times wonder if they are not angel sentinels set to
watch the pearly gates, that no sin ncr sorrow en-
ter there And we that have all our loved with
us shall we be unmndfuI of the wounded legion
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bond that links our one great and common humani
ty together the throb that finds an answering beat
in our own individual breasts, and shall we in oul
prayers tonight, the gloom gathers around and
0 pins It's napeneuable veil upon the cloud-beam
forget the uncovered and suffering, the parcheC
and stifieued limbs that family beg (oh, there are
t. none to hear but the hurrying unheeding breeze,
I, only for one single drop OF dew. The weary eyes
that open for the last time, with long, half ex
pectant wistfui gaze for the presence Of some loved
and cherished, meet only the moon beams pale
p dancing giimmer or the ghostly gerry forms OF tht
dead at his side aud YEARLY close again, to blaz
only in glorious world where love is not ahollov
T. sounding name, and hope no delusive phantom
D. Just here upon The green spongy sod is lett dying
veteran who sweotly dreams of home, and sOltl.
:, Iisps the name Of wiie,-and sleeps. The deafen
ly ing roar Of the artillery, the shreks OF the wound
ed nor the gurgling moan Of the dying will neve
wake him. Time and distance is ne separation
now, and distance and death put on his mos
haunting forms, Pestilence springs up and bloom
o. a whitening curse upon all those who nhale tn
- fatal miasma OF its heated breath Deserted homes
ID. houseiess wanderers and bleaching bones by til
way side, tell in a fearful language all their owl
OF the marching deyasting tread OF the warrior
y When the years have swept their round, an
the grass grows rank and green on the spot whel
heroes fell baptized in irateInal blood, who of d
the living now will go and shed tear of sorro1
ing regret DER their common grave, or rear mo
umental marble Autographed in fame to the nam
Ia less number, VINO so cheerfuly gave their bloc
for their country's glory, and triumphantly Ia
them down TO die But how will we build up
I0 our hearts a lasting glorious tribute of aise
ere the fallen and Wondering brave and gather fro
'"' all the world a shining wreath of undying ble
ings, beautiful offering upon the golden altar
love, to be Immortality married to tie song of q
ID. memory. NELLIE NETTLEwooD
S0meys. Wisconsin.