The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-09-24
Three sonsin the War.

Dead in the West, where the mountains are tall;
Deau in the East, by the trumpeting sea-
OF sons had three,
God gave them to me,
And back TO my country gave T. EN- all;
When nation is ransoIned Fl ON ruin and thral
When the great Futures promise ripeness hath come
Think of my heart, and my des late home.
gave my brave children we've given your gold,
Your lands and your treasures ye think IRE ye boas
Who hath give The most,
WIhOu. counting me cost.
When waves our bright banner again as Of old,
Not star, stripe dimmed nr lost from ITS old,
And chant great song for the triumph that's CONS
Think OF the shadow that darkens my home.
Hard could be anything harder 10 bear?
Oh ye who lnger and wat h DER your dead
In their white ccfil ed bed,
Who clasp the dear head,
And close the sealed EYES with dtterance OF prayer
Think of the mothers nnutered dispa'r ......
Whose loved one nor shroud nor sepulcher wraps,
While her wing DER his bosom the BLACK vuture flaps
There was shouting OF Vctoy; my alter, they sad
At the head OF his column fought bravely and we'll,
.Ea And most goTiously fell
Mid hot storm OF shell, ...- 81. 5.
While the whifwiHd of battle swept o'eI his head
Then thy spoke of the glory that covered she dead
An, me it was mockery could glory overcome
The darkness that shrouded my heart and my home!
Griefs never come srgly; the weeks passed away,
When came dark rumor of battle and blood, ...
Far away in a Cd
Wher- tail mountain stoo(
The wounded and dead ia the des peTate fray
To vultures and wolves being left prey;
He was there, / know iu--a mothers instinct
is still to her son indssolubly Lked.
He was there, know it, my Alfred my son
All wounded and helpless Abandoned to die,
With his cold, glazing eye . ..,
-A Upturned to the sky,
Wher the snow wreaths of barte rolled lurid ard dun
Nor friend nor helper be de Lim--not onel
Him, gho was wort Of all seasons to share
For his lightest sorrows a mothers Iond care.
had yet another, my youngest and best
Scarce than boy, with uGShaYen face,
s- But soldiers prou. D ..
Twas his purpose TO grace, .. O.
Aud he marched away with star an his breast.
The sunlight empazoned each dancing crest,
And rayed o'er he banner and praucing steeds--
But how little mother such gil ter heeds.
News came from the others-but not from bim,
Not whether in p ison, or wounded, or dead
But knew and said
That he had not fled,
And though he'd lost fortune, or lie, or limb,
sul his horoF remained, and mine eyes grew dim,
Aud my heart died in me from the intense
And wearyng anguish of long suspense.
Away passed the summer, and autumn came on,
the pale moonlight glittered the frosty earth DER,
When paused at my door
cripple foot sore,
The marks OF suffering not wholly gone . ....
In every limb DER each fea tur- drawn
Alas how fearful must be the change
When e'en son to his mother seems strange
Mother" his words echoed strangely aud vida,
Aod he sank at my feet wit, exhaustion oercome
But he'd reached home, .
(Of his wishes the sum-
To die and be bured--my precious child
Escapd from the eneny's prtson, he'd toiled
The mountains "nd rivers, and vast deserts DER,
TO see the dear face Of his mother once more.
And he died in my arms; there is comfort in this,
lie SLEEPS with his XII dred sit by his tomb
Mid the fresh clnvei's bloom
And the vio!ets perfume
And mnse DER the days of remembered bliss,
When eachlittle DO. Ct me his nothe s fof d kiss
Breathed into her ear mis- prayer each hight,
and found in her presence his chef drliglt.
Good men, and righteous ones die not IN vaiu
know 1t must be 50. YET never TO
Fount, flower, tree,
Or SUI, ieht shall be
What once il a:h been in each iestal strain
Breathes deep uh,ri toue Of remembered pain;
Earth ia,h 10 ctarn on he, festal tace,
Ar shadow dL kr.s Tie brightest place.
frpa tent Pm waiting he Masters cal
To The spirit home where my sons have gone.
shall be %Iihdrawn
En- the blessed dawn
OF peace Der the land, yeb chang ye an,
When comes at last and ye're freed Icom thraIl,
And chant he proud anthem Of Victory,
think ofmy dar'ings, and think OF ..e
Cecil Wig.