The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1863-04-29
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THE WOUNDED SOLDIER.

THE WOUNDED SOLDIER.
by ). A. N'KEE, CO. X, 74rH REGT o. V. l.
Among the pines that overlook
Stone Rivers rocky bed,
Ohio knows full many son
There numbered with the dead.
'Tis hard to die mid scenes Of strife,
No friend or kindred near
To wipe the death damp from the brow,
Or shed affections tear;
To soothe the sufferer in his pain,
With words OF holy cheer.
Or bend the knee in eames, prayer
For the dying Volunteer.
That day, when all along our lines
Rained showers of shot and she'll,
Thus many brave young soldier died
Thus many hero fell.
When night closed DER this bloody scene,
Returning Ger the ground
heard the piteous moans of one
Laid low by mortal wound.
Twas by the ford we crossed that day
The ground so dearly bought
Where Miller led his stalwart men,
And gallant Moody fought.
The wounded soldiers check was wan,
And beamless was his eye
knew before another morn
The gallant man must die.
built fire OF cedar rails
The air was cold and dank-
And filled mis- csnteen from the spring
Below the rivers bank. -.r
And then sat me down to ask
If he would wish to send
A last request or parting word
To mother, sister, friend.
81 have some word" the brave replied.
"My friends would like to hear;
'Twould fill my sisters soul with joy
My mothers heart 'twould cheer.
"Tell them died soldiers death,
Upon the battle field,
But lived to know the day was ours,
And see the rebels yield.
"Yet ere died their colors fell,
Their columns broke, and then
heard the wild, victorious shouts
Of Negley's valiant men.
Z" But most of all I'd have them know,
That with my latest breath,
I spoke of him loved in life
Twas joy and peace in death.
"Tell sister l have read.witb care,
And holy ties endeared,
The Bible mother gave to me
Before l volunteered.
aim very tired with talking now
Please raise my head some higher
And fold my blanket closely down
And build larger fire.
"The air is very cold tonight -
l raised his head with care;
He closed his eyes as if to sleep
But clasped his hands in prayer.
In silent converse with his God,
The wounded hero lay;
1t seemed to him communion sweet
No agony to pray.
He smiled as does the little child,
When angels whisper near;
No anguish worked upon his brow,
Nor blanched his cheek with fear
saw that death was coming fast
His mind was all in prayer;
| asked him for his regiment, ....
And where his comrades were.
My captains dead" the boy replied,
In accents quick and wild;
81 have heard my mother speak of him
When l was but child"
knew his mind was wandering
That he was thinking then
or him who gave his life to save
His faithful, valiant men.
And thus he died that stormy night
No friend or kindred near,
To wipe the death-damp from his brow,
Or shed affections tear.
Thus have known the love of God,
joy, peace and comfort yield,
To one who fell with mortal wound
On the bloody battle fold.
And should you wander DER the ground
Where fell so many brave,
Among the cedars on the hill
Youth find his lonely grave.
The flowers will soon cheer up with smiles
Stone Rivers rocky shore
His spirit knows brighter cline,
Where flowers bloom evermore.
And mild-eyed Peace may visit soon
Stone Rivers rocky shore,
But Murfree's Ginning Sabbath bells
Will never wake him more.