The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1863-10-28
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THREE SONS IN THE WAR

THREE SONS IN THE WAR.
rcad IN the West, where the mountains are
tall;
'INcsd iu the Eas by tho trampeting sea.
Oi seRs | had three
God gave them TO me,
Ard back TO my co lnry gave them all;
When our NATION Is ransomld from ruia and
ihrall,
When the great Futures promise TO ripeuess
ha come,
Think Of my he art, an my desolats hons.
gave my brave children; yO'ss given your
Your lands, and your neasur, =; yet lbiak ere
ye boast,
Who hath given the most,
Without counting the east.
When waves orr bris ht bannet as OF nd,
Not a Rtar. not stripe, dimmed or lost irr m
It's fJld,
And ys chsnt great song for the triumph
that's come,
Think Of the shadow that darkGus my home.
Hard. could be anythinz h,rder 10 beari
OF! ye who lnaer aad watch DER your deaf
In their white cnntiae bed,
Who clasp the dear ad,
And close the sealed eyes with an utteraa &c OF
prayer,
Think of the mothers unutterel desplir,
Whose loved ono nor shtoud noi scpn,chEe
wraps,
While her wings Ger her bosom the black
vu.ture flaps.
There was a shouting Of victory, my Walter,
they said.
4; the head of his column Tough, hravely and
we'll
And most glorionsly lelt
fMii n hot storm OF slell.
While the whiIlwnd of battle swept o'er his
head;
Then they spoke of the glory that cofeEed the
All, me! it was mockery; could glory overcome
The darkness that sbrouded my heart and my
itonle{
Griefs never come t;rgly, the weeks pa ssed
Wsen came q DARK rumor Of battle and blooj
Far away in the wood;
Where a atali n ouAtain stood;
The wounaed and dead in the desperate fray
To vpturcs aud wolves being lett prey;
T1e as there, knew it-a mcther's instinc;
ls still to her son iudissoluoly linked.
lie was there, l knew it, my Allied, ny SOM
All wounded and helpless, abandoned 10
die
With cold glazing eye
tpturued 10 the SKY,
Where the SNOW wreahs OF battle rolled lurid
and din;
Nor friend nor helper beside him--not one
HIM, who was wont OF all seasons to shore
or his lightes; soTro%e Il mothers fond care.
] had yet another, my youngest and best,
Scarce ilore than u boy with unshaven face,
fSt soldiers proud place
Twas his purpose 10 grace,
And he marched away with star on his breast
The sunlight emhazoned each dancing crest
And played DER the banner and pranclng
gtteds-
Bu, how little mother such glitter heeds.
News came from the others-but not from him,
Not whether in prison, or wounted, or dead;
But knew anu said
That he had not fled,
And though he d lost fortune, or lie, or limb;
stili his honor rem aimed, and mine eye grew
And my he art died in me trcm the intense
And weary ing anguish of long suspense
Away passed the summon, and autumn passed
on,
The pale moonlight giittered the frosty earth
uer.
When paused at my door
A cripple foot sore,
The marks Of suffering not wholly gone,
In every limb. DER each feature drawn
Alas! how fearful must 20 the change,
When @ en- son 10 his mothc seems strange.
"Nothern his words echoed strange and wild,
And he sank at my feet with exhaustion
oercome;
But hex reached home,
(Of his wishes the sulh.)
TO die and be buried-my precious CHILD.
Escaped from the enemy's prison, ne q tolea
The mountains. and rivers, and vast deserts er
10 see the Gear face of his mother once esmore,
And he died in my arms; there is comfort III
this.
lie sleeps with his kindred; sit by his tomb
i'd the fresh clover's bloom
And TIE violet's perfume,
And muse o'er'the days OF remembered pi sS'
When each little boy claimed his motter's iona
Breathed in 10 her ear his prayer each night
And found in her presence bis chiet delight
Good men, and righteous ones die not in vain;
know it mnst be SO, yet never TO me
Fount, flower or thee,
Or sunlight shall be-
What once it hath been; in each iesta strain
Breathes deep uGderloneso soi RENE mberod pam;
e arh hath no charm on her IestGi lace,
And shadow dsrkens the brightest place
impatient, I'm waiting the Masters cnll
10 the spirit home, wher my sons nave
gone.
shall be withdrawn
Ere the blessed dawn
Of peace o'er the land yet charge ye all,
Wien il come at last, and ye're freed from
thrall,
Aud chant ibe proud anthem Victory,
J hink OF my derllngs, aud tnint OF me!