The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1863-09-12
From the Indianapolis Sentinel.
The Young Scldier-An Incident Of the
BIZ HErTY A. MORRISON.

BIZ HETTY A. MORRISON.
The sick and.woupded soldier 10 the close
hospital lay,
Altar from home and kindred. brsvely giving
lie away,
But above The tones delifious or the grosns
ths, burst the air.
From s'ern lips that could not smother, there
arose the voice Of prayer
For the nurses-genlle woman, ever first in
scenes Of woe
As the balmy breath Of spring time, moved
among them 10 and Iro,
Twas tns voice tha, spoke Of Heaven, che
that rsised the filmy eyes
To look up bevond the dying, 10 the death
less ia the skies,
Twas her enr that caught the faltering and
half spoken last request,
A nd the murmured prayer Tor pardon, as
the worn soul went 10 rest
Bringing hope aud bringing blessing, softly
TO and fro they glide
Nurse. one hears her name low spoken, as
che moves from side,
'Tis soldier young, but dying, with The
short end husky breath
That too surely tells the coming Of the un-
plying angel-Death;
A. che stopped dosn low to listen, then his
voice with weakness fought,
nd in firm, clear tones he begged her that
HE knapssck might be brought
liz was brought, his trembling hngers esger
clutching At his prize,
Smiles bis wan cheek family tinging, pleas
ure besming IN HE eyes,
One scarce could think death nearing, for
! his face flashed Up 50 br ght
As he drew bis hidden treasures 10 his rapid
failing sight.
No, fcr gems from far Golconds ,hs, his dy-
| ing pulses stirred.
liz was not for golden treasures that his eyes
with tears were blurred,
But, III 10 my mothers Bible, when she gave
| time she said,
! For the pattern OF soldier in its pages !
should read;
This my iather's parting present. lis our
couniry's fsther's words.
His words Of farewell 10 our country; would
God, nuw we are stirred
| To hate, 10 fierce disse easion, with wild will
clashing 'gsinst wild will,
That their wisdom might come breathing on
The waves a Peace be s,iilr
| And this''-his low voice faterecs but words
were needed not 10 tell;
THE falling tear revealed il. twas HER inn
age loved 30 weIl!-
God. his country, and the loved ones-it
was Heaven linked 70 dust
By the ps,dot's devotion, BY the Christian
soldiers trust.
All! the thoughts that cane up gushing like
q torren, clear and fast,
AZ the dying soldiers memory fitted back
ward - the past.
or the long brigh, summer morning in his
boybood's sunny hours,
When his guiIeless heart sang merry as .
bird in rosy bowers.
When he roamed 10 gather berries. gather
nuts upon the hill,
Or with tiny skstes he gliied with bis mates
upon the ril;
| When he caught the words Of wisdom from
HE IA there lips that fell.
Tor his mothers low breaihed blessing. that
made his boy heart swell,
When he dreamed the dream that raptured,
i 10 his msnhood's opening prime,
1.-THE sweetest dream that thrills Us through
Il oil the course OF time
slOh God. with Heaven before him, almost
winring 10 the skies,
las he thought upon the loved ones the past
4 seemed paradise.
But the Dread One. now hath caught him in
his stern relentless grasp,
And his breath grows shorter. shorter, %
81 each one would be his last.
\ Then he begs that these bis treasures now
may rest beneath his head,
land be sen, 10 those that gave them when
ell he lies with the dead;
sIThey are pisced-and as The dawning bright
!, ness TO The perfect day,
: Camy, joyful, that young soldier, patriot,
y Christian, passed away
;I-Besr him proudly. comrades, besr him 70
n his long, last, dresmless rest,
With our Hcaven.born banner DER him, its
bright stars upon his breast.
lie, the mufiled drums low throbbing as y
VI sweils upon the cir,
3 Be the only sign Of sorrow for the brsve one
i ihst you bear,
: From your muskets pour volley. let 'hem
= ring out fsr and vide,
d For he solder. patriot, Christian scsrcs y
n d,Ad. but glorhrt.