Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1864-01-21
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Composed by IRENE A. on the death of her Sister
Husband, George A. Root, who died In Hospital, a
Dumfries, Virginia. March 10, 1868. Aged % years
Loudly through our whole crea ton,
Had the dreadful war-cry rung, E- t
And to arms our noble nation
Had with eager quickness sprung tats~
Rrothers armed them against brother,
Half the States defiance hurled @ 49a
Trampled en- the rights of freemen,
And traitorous flag unfurled.
Boldly then uprose the Northmen,
heath TO traitors, loud they cry.
To the rescued Who dares to trample
On that noble flag shall die. gsat
See them come, the brave true-hearted,
Insoence they will not STAND,
Zen from brothers of this nation
OF our beautiful Southern land.
First and foremost of the number
To the gallant rescue LED, ~ t Ii
Was youth for whose departure
MANY bitter tears were shed ~ $3.50 st.
Friends and kindred wept i'll silence,
When his purpose he declared,
That his country claimed his service, "a
And to camplife he repaired
Full of life and hope and vigor,
Fearful friends saw him depart
Where Oh now, that form 50 comely,
Ask the widows broken heart
Dead and gone, his young life blasted
BY the toll of his new lite
Weary with the untold hardships
Called upon by drum and ffe
Who shall tell the dreadful anguish
Of that youthful soldiers heart,
When he knew his strength was yielding,
And his life would soon depart;
Oh, the weary, weary yearning @a ~H35 at..e
For his loved far away,
AS the scorchng fires of fever
Tapped his Hfe-blood day by day.
Swiftly on and on the fever,
Mercilcss fend in power came.
Till his brain turned tn madness,
And his system writhed with pain;
Loudly then he cursed his captain,
Why, he cried, kept ye me here,
Longer / will not tarry, 21# ..1
Soon Ill greet my wife most dear.
But the dreadful chain of weakness,
Stronger than e'er fetters bind,
Held him in firm subjection,
VIII, his fever-tortured mind;
Till at ;st, in mercy granted,
Came sweet sleep at close of day,
Softly stealing Ger his system.
Took his fever pain away. TH n# @Yf
Calmly slept he those last hours
OF his earthly trials here.
And in mercy we may fancy
Dreaming of his loved ones dear, 5F
Just before the last great struggle
Of departing life he woke, 4li#
And again upon his future
The blessed light ofreason broke ~
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But oh who can tell the anguish
Cleaning from his sunllen eyes.
As he turned them upward, asking,
Say, oh, comrades must die;
=. Die alone so far from kindred, M
Or nv darling Wit WSvinge see home,
Must die here all alone
Let us hope the ptying Savior L55a. E.
Soothed his ycarning breaking heart,
Whispering of peace undylng, tItf /
When this life he did depart. tto4s
For he lay now calmly waiting,
Short and shorter grew his breath, .a
Till at eight that dark spring morning,
Slowly closed his eyes in death.
Now must go the dreadful tidings sGta
To his yonng and faithful wife 4s
Which would bring her such deep anSll sh
Crushing out her very life. y -
Is there of his brave comrades,
Dare the task to undertake,
Who could bare the dismal tidings -
That would cause her heart to break.
No but pen and ink must do it,
Aided by the telegram,
They with senseless steel accomplished .t
what would break the heart of man; tu4H
Swiftly then across the landscape,
Soon the dreadful news was borne,
Telling that young wite that never EHgffiI
Could she see her husband more.
That in death he was sleeping
Where they d laied him meath the sod
That his snfferinss all were over
And his soul gone to God. gas
See her as the tidings falling
On her heart like molten lead, tell
Crushed with grief in anguish crying,
"Mother, Mother, George is dead ?'
Oh in pity take her to him,
Let her see him once again. ft.a s
Give him back to earth oh father,
Let her soothe his dying pain,
No alas, he's gone forever, IgF&
Nothing his life can save, .te
Far from home and fir lends and kindred,
Rests he in a soldiers grave. f1Gs #
In his army clothes enshrouded,
Kind hands made his narrow bed
Placed him there, threw on the gravel,
Turned and left him with the dead
But oh, widow broken hearted,
Cease from weeping, dry your eyes
Turn your thoughts to heavenly virtues, Is
See him sa fe beyond the skies.
You are left holy mission,
Which me thinks must comfort bring,
IT'S to raise his lovely daughter
In the fear of God our King;
That when death the king of terrors,
Lays you both beneath the sod,
You may meet happy trio
In the kingdom of your God.
And oh set not your affections, s
On the things that fade and die,
Turn vour thoughts far aye on heaven,
For there is Immortality.
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