Weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1858-1865, 1864-02-03
Autb-Gatplina 1tanhath
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THE DYING SOLDIER.

Brother soldiers, come up nearer
For my limbs. are growing cold; -
And thy presence seemeth dearer s.>.
When thy arms around me fold. 80,
am dying, soldiers-dyiDgi .,
Soon you'll miss me from your camp,
For my form will soon be lying
Meath the earth SO cold and damp.
: I'll come near thee, comrade, near thee,
I'll my arms around thee fold,
What thou ssyest I will hear thee,
To thy friends all shall be told
When in death thou shalt.be sleeping
Never more ON earth to wake,
I'll be weeping-sadly weeping 81,
Ny heart feels as if twould break.
Listen, brother soldiers, listen,
have something would say
Ere my eyes are closed forever
To the lovely light Of day!
am going, surely going, es'
But my faith in God is strong;
Idle happy, willing knowing,
That He doeth nothing wrong.
lam listening, eomrade- listening
To the words you have to say,
But oh, to part with thee tits sad -
IT'S sad to see thee pass away.
Bnt know tits GODS good pleasure,
That you now to him SHOULD go;
And be il Heaven with the angels,
And have your sins made white as snow.
Tell my father, when you meet him,
That id death prayed for him,
And hope that shall. greet him =
In the world that's free from sin.
Dearest mother, God assist her,
Now that she is growing old;
Say her boy would have gladly kissed her, -
When his lips grew pale and cold.
I'll tell your father, will tell him,
poor old man with, whitened hairy
That his son has gone to Heaven,
And prayed in death to meet him there.
And your mother, who so lows you,
will tell her all you say
Will ever pray God to protect her, =
Till she too shall pass away.
Brother soldiers, catch each whisper,
IT'S my wife I'd speak of now;
Tell, oh! tell her how missed her,
When the fever burned my brow.
Tell her she must kiss my baby,
Like the kiss last impressed;
Hold her, as when last held her,
Closely folded to my breast.
I am listening, comrade, listening, -,
IT'S Of your wife know you speak;
will tell her how you missed her
Missed her ways so mild and meek.
will tell her to kiss thy baby,
Like the kiss you last impressed;
10 hold her as when last you held her,
Folded closely to your breast
Tell my dear wife, may God bless her,
She was very dear to me;
Would / could once more caress her
And her lovely face could see!
Tell my sisters remember
Every kindly parting word,
And my heart has been kept tender,
:, By the thoughts their memory stirred
will tell her, surely tell her,
How very dear she was to you;
That you prayed the Lord to bless her,
Which pray He'll ever do ,.---.
And now dear brother, you must leave me,
Oh how sad it is to patti
Nevermore or earth to see thee,
Nov that death has pierced thy heart.
Brother soldiers, let me see you; -.
Press each hand before die, -~-
Ny kind friends I'm leath to leave you,
Receive my fond, my last goodbye.
lark hear my Saviour speaking,
IT'S His voice know so we'll;
When I'm gone Oh! don't be weeping,
Soldiers, here's my last farewell
=: We will miss you, brother miss YOU,
: When in death thou art laid low:
Nevermore in camp be with you,
And on duty with you go.
When the din. of battles rolling,
Thou'lt be absent from the STRIFE
Won who 'beyed your eountry's calling
Even at the risk of life.
A FRIEND.