The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-10-19
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aOUR noUsElN rnn NnoNr.,

80 49, 80 +ff . AAst AhNAN
You have neyer sccn cur house in the "nont,"
Our aoNse that Is built thc battles brunt;
tell -ou, Them his wonderful home
With It's eatthcn tloor aud its starry domc,
No mortal structure can rwCh so igh,
For the dome ilsolf Is the v8ultod sky.
The wallis OF the loany earth Rrc made,
With trunks OF thc iorcst oaAs inlajd,
ltb'asts OF noYruW and lcugthy hall,
Where our bcltsd kughtsore seated al,
Keeping their 'igils by night anl day.
Ready TO join in tac dcadly frdy
side by side 10 Ecojly row,
Watching ,hc moves ottht wiley Zoe,
Nigiltu, ALWAYS, ever awake.
To fight aud die tor The old flags sake,
Our furniture may s,cmstrduge 10 yOu---
Deserving q passing nl,ioc too.
Our carpct and couch arc tlc clrthv ground,
Our chairs aro ne woodhlocks scattered around.
rllard tack boxes our tables make.
Whore 6aily our scaniy meals we take
Our knives aud forks We cxtemponzn;
The sight OF spoon ucyW creets our eyes,
Aud plates We have none of auv size.
Our coffee we cook in our drinking bowls,
In some hollow plac o'er lgS live ooalsi
Our pantry is carried Slung over the back
medley of cofI,e, pork and ",ack,"
All iuiuhled up in laveTsack.
No pendant crystal ehnndcliCr
In this, our house, reflects us cheers
But higl in our dome the God oc Love
Has hung his glttcrihg lamps above,
We ask no fire or lamp -lghthcre
Whilst thc moon and stars IA tae heavens appear
Fashions we boast Of, though not new
Fashions which might startle You,
Ourhoir uukcmpt as II plcases grows,
Our faces the razur never knows;
We scorn your blackcuuE. and Ger our shoes
The mud and dust bleach didnse,
linen shirt would surprise as moro
Than il Richmond were takoutcn times DER.
No urchiu' 3prattlc or infants squall
ls ever heard inou martial holl:
But uOTmina. noon. and uiuDf rs yoll
Resouuds the scream Of the riuainous she'll
And the fatal zip 0Ctle MIME ball,
As it strikes our clay-bocked oakeu wall.
But we heed not, turn nGr eye nor ear,
70 listen or see ifdeath is near;
Fornone must finch from the battles hrunt
In this, our homo. out h.usa in the "fcut"
And yet, amidst this fright aud toll,
These anxious vigils this grim turmoil,
Over our senses sweet visions come,
And we revcl acqin is the ioys OF bomo--
Laughter and nirth, and The treasured tones,
And the kindy vuicc OF tie towing ones.
The mazes of the dance again we tread,
The feast on the festive bnard is spread
And the hours on Eossawer wings filthy H
Snt and sweet MS the zephyr's sigh,
And arm in arm again we stroll,
Heart 10 heart arJ soul t'.sUl
Out Inv the bdn of che SUNNI. r. night
Out in the young mouus silveIy light
Breathing love tones soft aud low,
such we mutmutud long ago
lIarh' crash! aud a sound like the angel,
tramp!
Up from ourl,ightly couch we jump;
Showers Of binding lenden hail
"Our house in the ir0nj' 30 once assail,
Out from their fMts with demon yell
Rush hose traitoroUs ieuds Of hell
Down pell-mell on our knightly hall.
We fire, and hundreds writhina fall,
Dying the death that traitors die
Their comrades see it; they turn and fly.
One grand cheer and on we sweep
Right on their works our heroes lean.
Another moment and proud aud high
The Si3lrs gut the stripes on their rdinpHrts ny.
Wbo 6GyeLid t5irwSli to tins i,lrI eirjHIy lie
Wcdig them grave by this house of ours;
Drenched in The rain Of the leaden showers
Leaders ana men, as they bravely died,
Slmbering quietly side by side,
" w worn 'htv look how calmly they sleen,
Without coffin or STROUD or friend to wccp
A.! war-wVrn comrades are standing near
Glzog and dropping Tie silen! tear,
Unknowing the mpmept their time should come
Summoned away to their promised home.
Comrades, we wnnld dig you better grave,
And furnish shroud for our own, our brave;
w couidno tend to your burial all
When death was holding his carnival.
but the pit i closed, and we tugn away,
Dry oureyes and resume the fray
For we have been weeping. ull you believe
That soldiers ever rot souls tngreye}
Cold llarbor and Drewry's Bluff can ttll
How we fOu Int and wept where tur comrades fell
blame US not. Whoe9uld chide
When the yowg api the beautiful fell by our sdei
Death in the trenches, Death in thoaiG 3t
And grim Death iioting overyWhcro;
Thus We bear the battles bunt
Ia this. the hail of'.Our House in the 'FRONT.'"
lSsrn PENNSYLVANIA FoLUNTEERs,
In the trenches, near Petersburg, Virginia
-PhiaGtlPRia Saadag DjslGici.