The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-06-02

From the Albany Evening journal
On the Left at Gettysburg.
BY II. L. ABBEY.

BY II. L. ABBEY.
SOLDIER of the picket guard,
Keeping midnight watch and ward,
While a mighty nation sleeps:
On your dark, beleagured sleeps
On the heights at fredericksburg
Tell us how at Gettysburg,
On the left at Gettysburg,
Nalor stayed disaster;
When the raiding Rebel crew,
HQrIed upon our weary few
Columns dense, and vaster,
Ten to one, than they who stood,
For grateful nations good,
On the left. at Gettysburg,
Bearing back disaster,
Deeds beft a soldier best,
We were OF the van who pressed
First to meet the braggart Lee,
With his tattered chivalry,
In their great invasion.
On they came, hungry pack,
Watching at their leaders back,
For a town to burn and sack
Deeming such occasion
Nobler than testing fight;
Then they fell upon our right,
knowing well oar force was small
Scanned cur ranks with cannon ball,
Which we paid them later.
Though, before their fierce attack,
Right and centre both fell back,
Scarce three hundred Ulster men.
Linked with brawny sons OF Penn,
All that day at gettysburg
On the left at Gettysburg
Held at bay the traitor.
Weary with the march ard heat,
Dead and wounded at our feet,
Battle round us like a sea,
Stood we earning victory:
While our dauntleas manner
Bought respect. the coin of worth
Yet they sent their cohorts forth,
Round their lying banner:
Charging ON US, up they toni,
Eaters of the sacred soil,
Wavering at each v0lley--
Till at last they tprn with fear,
Losing relish for our cheer;
Thus we made their charges dear,
On the ridge at Gettysburg
On the left az Gettys burg,
Taught them of their folly.
storm of thunder broke and fell,
l!hizzng shot and bursting shell;
While in Gettysburg each bell
CIashed its frightened clangor.
Ger US moaned the udden ball,
Now our cOmrade heroes fall
LouG the drummers' tattoUs beat,
Folds the smoke winding sheet,
Or in plumes for many a bier,
And the grim guns far and near,
Flash their iron anger.
A captain down the traitor ranks,
Blood upon bis horse hunks.
Rides, and cheers each man on
Still we brush them off like straws,
Feeling now noble cause
Worth hundred cannon.
In the night relief was born,
Re.enforcements with the morn,
Poured in fast, and faster.
Then we beat the vipers forth,
From the gateway OF the North,
Vile white trash and master.
But that day at Gettysburg,
On the left at Gettysburg
Falor stayed disaster.
40 ! Wdtcuef OF our destiny,
Tell us yet if Liberty,
On the Nations forehead
Sets her crown, no longer scofod
BY the blazoned curse, that oft
Made ker name ahhorred.
II tse stain be cleansed away,
Not in vain upon that day,
On the left at Gettysburg.
Fought our sons and br thers.
If the curse must still remain.
Vain their fight, our longing vain;
And the tears of mothers
VIII not find balm TO s0othe--
Marah never will be smooth,
Torn with waves of sorrow
Bat the right shall rule, we know,
Lo! the morning spiendors glow
OF the golden morrow
Mothers tears are pearls, that buy
Many a nations liberty,
Making freedom vaster
Pray for those who vaini, weep
Fer their darling sons, who sleep
Where they Tell at Gettysburg,
On tie left at Gettysburg,
Beating back disaster.