The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-07-30

FOR THE KENosHA TELEGRAPH.
FEX EsOE.
WOUNDED,

WOUNDED.
Another day of the nation has been ushered in,
With changing bells, and rafting roaring guns
But how could mothers rejoice, amid such strife
and din, - .
When bleeding over dead or dying sonsF
The day of tumult now o'er the farewell gun has
sounded,
And my lone heart goes ysarnng to where my poor boy
| les--wounded.
Ny boy but eighteen years ago, clesped him to my
heart. II
And pressed his laughing bsby,lips to mine;
While every day saw new buds of hope and promise
start,
! And felt around my heart, new tendrils twine.
Sweet memories of my baby-boy my heart shall lose
them never,
But oh I almost thought my love could keep him safe
forever.
But now he Hes all pale and suffering his lowly bed
No tender hand upon his brow is pressed,
No loving is there to bid his heart be comforted
Or lead his trembling soul to God for rest
0 heal my child from my poor heart let not this hope
be taken;
0 heal him. Thou who dreamed upon the cross, Thou
vast forsaken
And Father wilt Thou send some blessed angel out OF
heaven
10 watch beside nay only darling boyH
and then wilt Thou not let healing breath of Thine
be given
Andshn this torn and bleeding heart with joy?
0 bless, and heal my child and let me know by some
sweet token,
That Thou hast the peadngs of heart so nearly
broken.
But Father my yearnng cries TO Thee all in vain
If Thou must deeper thrust the piercing rod,
~ ,J;I
plain,
0 let my soul grow strong In Thee, my God!
And when o'erburdened, falntng, falling, by the way
side dreary,
give to the peaceful rest that waiteh for the
Yet still with trembling heart and voice. low as Thy feet
1 plead
That Thou witt love and bless my precious child
That angel hands may minister to every need.
And lead him safely through each conflict wild!
Ant oh if these dim earthly eyes may never more be-
hold him,
Dear Father save my boy ana to Thy tender bosom
fold him.
BE needs mothers prayers more, r.y glorious
angel boy;
His soul now drinks at COTS own fount of bliss.
The Fathers home with all its hope and light, love
and JOY,
And its eternity ofrest is his.
Yes even while for HIM my yearning heart with God
was pleading,
An angel, through the shining way his ransomed
was leading.
be given,
Not e'en my hand pressed on thy dying brow,
Or kiss olove upon thy lips that thou ghst bear to
heaven,
Oh wilt thou not be thy mother nowP
spirit ny boy be bind up this heart blighed
And let Gods love within it, be by sorros torch
lighted.
With many prayers and tears, laid him nay
try's shrine;
gave my boy in answer to her call.
tried to say, "Ny Father let Thy viii be done" not
mimel .a.s
IT'S done. But God, Thy win has taken ell--
All that had to love OF ali 1--WE loved iavs,
only ; r... ts.
Audi left in the world aone the world dark cold and
lonely
Chi have often wept until my brain was almost
wild, IT, ...t
When other mothers braye-sOns were dead;
But now cannot weep, / cannot weep for you, my
child;
My heart lies cold within Its icy bed
Fond mothers mourning for your children, in the dark
earth lying,
Oh let me comfort your poor hearts, to keep my own
from dying.
Not in the dark earth do they le nos there, not
there
But lded in Sayior's arms OF love.
The Father loves, and wounds, and He will give you
strength to bear,
Or take you kindly to His home above.
And though His rod may, sometimes. almost break the
heart in pieces,
Yet lie will heal it with His love-the love that never
ceases
But am growing colder, fainerfast each feeling dies
While through the dark my soul seems borne along {;
But look heaven, vision, calmly doatF before my
eyef,-..-., .--E
see my boy amid its happy throng-,
And bark sound of heavenly music my ear is
, is falling,
sweetly whispers, 'eome." 1 60. 1t is my darling
calling.
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