Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1863-12-18
VOL XIV.
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A year Of war has gone lis way
Since gave my words Of cheer
10 a thousand men, WHOSE willing hearts
Resigned their homes So dear,
Laid doWn their work, and took their guns,
Went forth a. . regiment tr1s;
Now their hands are sui, for their WORK = oonS-
Tonight muss talk 70 you.
50 many hours think Of the camp,
With its squads Of marching men,
And The faces there-I can see them now.
Yes never WtHBso then again
The bridge that led 70 the farther spring.
Th0 guard line where we left
Our dear ones ast-yes, everything
Is stamped on each heart bsreh.
We knew that var meant sight and slay,
And some Of those men must fall.
Yet smiled And hoped, could we believe
MWould be our loved osrr GuP
'tHe viii not die, he viii live - tAk
or this after many year
When the calm days come"-hoW strong We were.
And checked every sob and tear.
II is over now, win not rsoAn,
Thero were weary days since thens
When the letters told Of the YazOO dread
And the sickening, dying men.
OF the Wick kEburg fight, and the night retreat
Nor. 4 few rods 81, sound Of Thsir fset
Could be heard BY the listening guard
Then hAsty notes from Arkansas Post,
Fort HindmRns quick attack,
And victory, 10 us twas dear,
For see, when the smoke blows back
There are wounded men, and dead ones too
Did the weakest ones first fall?
Nay, nangled heads and shattered limbs
OF ths strongest meh Of all.
Then came the hone-sick, heart-sIck days,
Young's Point, with its poisOucus breath,
The ratons poor and scAnty too,
Gave harvest rich for Death.
In scores Of graves by the levee there
Perhaps they will sleep well,
As II above with our tenderest care
We trained each blossoming bell.
dread hoEnitals In Aha rebaI IaBdL-
Do the walls give back no groans,
No mothers name, no whispered prayers,
Our hearts stand sin when We think of them;
They held our jewels rare,
A few sad days, then an angel stopped,
And left but the easket there.
That gloomy month, the shortest one,
They were coming back, to stay:
Most bitter days-we watched the sun
And counted the hours away.
They were coming home, yet would not speak,
But We could not feel 'tWere 50,
And listened hard for the engines shrek,
And watched for the hearse so slow.
Some fingered long on the far Of wharfs
ARd lay in the SUMS hot rays
The steamboats, crept, the cars were late
There were months pressed into those days;
scarce can think-some did come home,
And neghbOrs gathered round,
$50 changed" they said, we "must not see''-
Could strength enough be found
70 hOla Us back1 We looked our last,
And thanks to HIM who gave
That prayed for face; close DER it, Past
They hYs beyond the grave.
Have some Of US not treasures left,
Are all oar duties done
The little ones, are we quite bsreft,
Have we fought our fight and wonS
''They also serve, who stand and walt"
We dream and stretch our hands
To, draw them near, but are too late;
How Oft my darling stands,
And smiles at me, and then / wake
And scarce believe dreamed
Till moF1iDg comes ,!and no one speaks,
So real it all seemed.
little while, and We will sleep
And wake In morning fair
fo know we dreamed in this our life
But ttwake forever there"
Strive on lone ones, bruised hearts fail not,
God smites, but il is in love,
We W ill never weep when we meet again,
In the glorious camp above.