The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1863-05-22
Sslsst Rastry.
A LETTER HOME.

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The steuery around is shut out from my sight
Witha gun in my hand stand thu, alone,
While my thoughts they are wandering to til,
loved ones at home.
Perchance in their slumbers they're dreaming
fine.
While l stand here on picket 10 old Tennessee
With my cartridge box filled with powder and
lead, Nf
I stand winking aud blinking and nod ding m,
head.
Now rouse UP again and rub hard my eyes
Peep out in the darkness to see rebel spies.
Not sound can hear, not soul can see
There ID nobody here but grim da kness and me
So lean on my gun, while my thoughts again
To that circle of loved ones left at my home
There's ia her with locks that are glowing
quite gray,
Who is an1iously thinking OF his son far away,
Not knowing how soon he may sac that SON. S
name,
Among those who ui battle were wounded OF
slain.
Then there tnothet-=&hats charm in that wordi
What thrill it creates whene er II is heardf
The coun,els she gave me loom up from afsr
To shine in my pathway like some guiding
And you, my broth RS sisters, methinks l can
see, SD.
So earnestly looking for letters from me.
And scanning 'The Union news from Rosy
to find
Yes, dear brothers and sisters you're oft IN my
mind,
While the letters you send me l read with de-
light.
And pond their contents when standing by
night.
Far away on the sentry so silent and lone,
Who is there can blame me for thinking of
hsme9
Then there is another both young, blight and
Fair.
While my thoughts they will roam, she comes
in for share.
The sweet hours we have spent seem now like
dream.
In contrast with the present, so halowed they
seem.
i wonde il s.tr she thil X Of the Que,
Who is now standing picket alone with hi. guu'
Yes know that she does how gladly h il,
The assurance she sends me so oft by the mail.
So kind and so trur--ah. she sheds bitter tears
When my name wa. enrolled with the brave
volunteers.
| would say to her then if my thoughts she
could see,
That her letters are welcome, most welcome to
And oft, foot.sore and tired, on returning to
camp.
A kind letter repsys me for the long weary
tramp.
Bright spots in my pathway to cheer me along
Are the sweet, loving letters she send me from
home.
Two hours on and four off we must stand the
night through,
Aud then all are rsj,iced when the relief comes
To them we present" they present" in re
Then to right shoulder shift" aud to camp we
return, .4 81.
Thus hour after hour and day after day,
While our routine Of duties pass slowly away,
Dur friends in the North with solicitous care,
Are watching the progress we make on the wat.
And we will assure them with Rosy to guide,
in our banners, true victory we'll always in
scribe.
" berever the Cumberland Army shall 60,
hey are b ave sons Of Freedom the world shall
e'er know.
The "Butternuts' fnd us too much for ,their
metal,
When brave Rosy moves on they are sure to
''shedaddle'
And we'll closely pursue them, with sabre and
sword,
ill the last 'reb"i is vanquished and peace is
restored,
Ind the Stars and the stipes float triumphant
again,
Yer land that is purged Of all disloyal men.
Then 'tis homeward we'll turn and we'll sing
as ego,
10. friends we are coming, We have vanquished
the foe.
he ''rebs" are defeated and all put to rout.
he rebellion is ended-secession's played OUT
|ut, ah. there are those who will shed bitter
tears, lt gta
or the less in this struggle Of brave volunteers
low many there are who in anguishsd will
mourn, ts 7t tess
or the bold soldier boys who will never returni
hould II e'sr be my lot in this struggle to fall,
lear friends in the North. would say to you
al; Il
[ourn not at the fate which may take mo from
You; ''
he Patriots grave with no tsros view.