Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1864-08-13

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f6nce Ii "a clover scented aIr.
Ard e!aFa vithIn ,he dome,
And r1<1meafh. b dim reposc.
A pI2Id, New En9Isnd home.
WI<k1n, msrlnur d low tones
ssas eS sss & prsgss S nsss e s sRss sss
nffThs beiz1 Of Silent rest wenmn
! krys .siossd tnid DAY swcrk NsrtyTT
.s And Won ,s are weary s, with The house, as,s
And with thc mile one, ~ y. ,1s y
But he Is sleeping sweety now,nili rof,s
WIfh al fbs pretty brood, f.ais Jaae
si So come and sis uponirny knee, lr if
And Il win do me good s.'' ss
Oh, Marty / mtst tell you al
The trouble In my heart fsd rsa
And YOU must do the best you can
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-, Yoa'y We felt IL day and night, ,n ,sr,
az Forit has filed our little home, il
And banished all the light ''
I did net mean. X should be, ,so,,
And yet Knight have known
That hearts that liYc as Close as ours
IN. Can never keep their own,
But We are fallen on evil tiines,,
And do whst'ersI may,)
My heart grows sad,about the war,
And saddef every day.
I think about 1t wheD.I work,
And when try to rest,
And never more than when your head
Is pillowed on nay breast;
For then zee the camp-fires blaze,
And sleeping men around
Who turn their faces toward their homes,
And dream upon the ground.
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My mates in other years
VINO pine for home and those they love,
Till am choked with tears.
With shouts and cheers they marched ava,
On glorys shining track, g
But, ah how long, how long they stay
How few OF them come back s..s
One sleeps beside the Tennessee, aai'ss
And.one beside the James, aUHeV
And one fought on a gallant ship
Y1And persisted IN Its Inamessr
And some struck down by fen disease,
Are breathing out their life;
And others. manned by cruel wounds,
,sN Have left the deadly strife
: An, Marty! Marty! only fnint s-t
OF all the boys have done l
And suffered In this weary warl aYry
Brave heroes, every. onel -y-T
Oh, often, often in the night, "
1 hear their voices call, 5
s "Coae sp and keisus' : Ist right
That re should bear Il all! I"
And when kneel and try to pray,
My thoughts are never free
But cling 70 those who toll and fight
g,ns And die for you and me.
HiG And whenI pray for victory, 3 Ghf8sE f.
~ 1T seems almost a sin e,~atr.arr
To fold my hands and ask for what
will not help to win.
o OH do not cling to rae and cry, rP
For it win break my heart.
I'm sure you'd rather have me die -g
u Than MOTTO bear my part, ss
You think that some should stay at hom
To care fore those away: .f .,.
But still I'm helpless to decide
'ebH sheuld go or stay. lh9I1
For, Marty, all the soldiers love,
..A.I2le And all are loved, again; ofi11
And am loved and love perhaps,
i.,t y. ~ No more than other men.
j cannot tell do not know
Which way my duty lies.
- Or where the Lord woulds have me build
My fire ofsacritice.
.sins = feel know-I am not mean;
Al''e And though seem to boast,
I'm sure that would give my life
To those who need it most. ~ 'ss:4 e
Perhaps the Spirit will reveal +
A-f That which is fair and right; 4 - 40 4
So, Marty, let us humbly kncel
And pray to Heaven for light
Peace in the clover scented air, ,s7sg b
And stars within the dome;.
And underneath, in, dim repose,
"A plain, New England home. :
-tes Without a widow in her weeds
-A From whom all joy is flown, l4s
Who kneels among her sleeping babes,
And weeps and prays alone.