Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1864-06-11

A LErTER HoNH


a. nay poe. am .,snaisg II. a dark. dfsary night.
With a gun IN my hand stand thus alone
while my thoughts they wandering the loved
Perrhanee In their sluInbers they're dreaming Of me-
While stand hefe on picket IN old Tennessee
With my esrtrdge-eox On, ted with powder and lead
stand wnking. and blinking. and neddlng my head
Now rouse up again and rub hard my eyes,
Peep out IN the darkness 10 see rebel spaes
Rot sound can hear, not a soul can 1 see,
There y nobody here but grim darkness and me.
20 lean on my gun, while my thoughts again roam
10 Tat circle 81 loved ones Jeff at nv home.
anere father with locks that growing quite grey,
" no y aiNi0usy thinking Of his son far away.
Not knowing how soon he may that sons
AMONG those who in battle wounded or slain.
, linen there ! a moiher-what charm In thai word
what thrill u creates whene'er IL Is heard
The eounseis abe gave loom up from afar,
10 shine IN my pathway ike some guiding star
And you, brothers and sisters methnks can see,
No earnestly looking for letters from me;
And scanning The Sentinel from Grant 10 nc
Yes, dear brothers and sisters you're Oft IN my mind,
While the letters you send read with delight,
And ponder their contents when standing by night.
Far away on the sentry silent and lone
Who j. there can blame me for thinking Of home:
Then there Is another both young. bright and fair.
While my thoughts they viii roam, she comes IN Tor
share.
The sweet hour We have spent now like dream
In contrast with the present, hallOwed they
wonder II she ever thinks Of the
Who j. now standing picket alone with his gun.
fes. know that she does; how gladly hail
80 kind and 10 true, an she she'd bitter
When my name enrolled with the brave volunteers
would say TO her then, II my thoughts she could see,
Ihat her letters are welcome, most welcome 90 me.
And Oft. foo-sore and tired % returning 20 camp,
kind letter repays me for the long weary tramp;
Bright spots in my pathway 20 lead me along,
Are the sweet loving letters she sends from home
Two hours on and four on, We must stand the night
through,
And then all reoced when the relief comes in view
To them We ''present," they present in return,
Then TO right shoulder SHIFT" and to the camp We re-
turn,
Thus hour after hour, aud day AFTER day.
While our routine Of dutie. pass slowly away.
Our friends IN the North, with solictous care,
Are watching the progress we make in the war.
And we will assure them, with Grant 10 guide,
On our banners true victory well always inscrbe
Wherever the Cumberland Army shall so,
They are brave sons Of Freedom, the world shall eel
know.
The ''Buttemuts' find u too much for their metal
When brave Grant moves on they are sure to 'ske-
daddle'
And closely wen pursue them with sabre and sword
Jill the last reb j. vanqushed and peace is restored
And the Stars and the Stripes float triumphant again
Oer land that j. purged of all disloyal men.
Then It's homeward Wen turn, and wen sing go,
Ho friends, coming. have conquered the foe.
The "rebs" are defeated and all put TO rout,
The rebellion is ended-secession's ''played out
But all. there those who will she'd butter tear
For the loss IN this struggle OF brave volunteers.
How many there are who in anguish will mourn
For the bold soldier boys who will never return
Should IL be my lot IN this struggle TO fall,
Dear friends In the North, would say To you all,
Mourn not at the fate which may take me from YOU:
The patriots grave with tcrrors view
HE who tempers the wind 10 the lamb that is shon,
Will guide guard and protect YOU when I'm dead and
gone;
But hope for tire best; and sad thoughts will dispe
And trust IN the end that "an will be well;'
That the day will soon come when friends vii
greet,
And that circle % loved ones again shall meet.
Then keep up your courage till rebellion is crushed
Remember, tear Mary, "our cause II is just"
The above my thoughts, and send them to thee,
From your ever true Dick, now in old tennessee.