Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1864-04-22
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Ny home h drear and sill tO-hiSht,
Wnau Shentndoah. muFmtrinR, flows;
Tho Blue Ridge towers the pale moonlight,
And balmtly the south wind blows; rr..
But my hre rms dim, while athWATt th6 vail
Blark a. the plnes the shadows tAlf;
Aud tue oniy friend within my door
L. the slSopiTg hound on tie mOonlit door.
Roll back, o weary yearsi and bring
Again the gay and elondleSs morn * 4 ~
When every bird Uas on the wing, - Z ~ Al =
=, And ny bliIhs, summer boys were born I!
WITH his la1sh hug eyes and his locks Of gold
no Desied bird in tne valley vide 80 feEl,
Ia a. my heart, thai sVentde.
Our lAurelS blush when Nay. winds call;
Our pinea shoot high through mellow GhoWers;
30 rosy .huSned, 80 EiendeF.tatl, -
ny boys grew mp from ehildhood's hours.
81 I'd in the breeze, the SUI, the rain,
They climbed the leights or they rOamed the plain
Aud the sly fAEn drank BY the rising moon.
o Storm. look Up! you ne'sr may hear,
When all the deWy glSdes are still,
In silver WtLdtngB, nue. aud clear,
Their v hiBtle stealing ger the hill
A. d. TO the 81 Lds where the wild deer rest
Bre N IN has Feddened the mountains crest;
nor sit ct their EeOt, when tbs chase Il o'erI
And the anthem hang by the sun'et door.
What drew our hunters from the hillsl
They head the stormy trumpets blow:
And lo8pL 81OWn tho April TiiIs
When hsnandoah rOArs below.
On- T. the held where the old dag Ehines;
Aud one, AI8rl 70 the traitor MuGSlE
Ny EeArs-Lneir fond arms round me thrown
And the hoase was huaned and the hillside lone.
But, obi to feel my boys were foes
Mas more than loss or BATTLES steel
In every shifting cloud that rose
saw their hostile bquRuFOns wheel;
Aud heard In the waves, ~ they hurried by
Their hHsty tread when the tight was nigh,
And, deep IN the wall which the night winds bore,
Their dying moan when the fight was Ger. =
so time went on. The skies were blue;
Dor wheat fields yellow in the sun
When down the vale H rider hsR: -aE
"dUi neighbour, Gettysburg IL wont
Horse and tOJT, at the csnuOn's mouth
We hurled them back to tue hungry south;
The North is SAFES and the vile mHraudsr
Curses tue hour he crossed the border"
Ny boys were therel nearer prsst-
"a al Shiup, Courtney, what Of Ehem!"
His voice dropped 10 4; s'Uh, m am, rest
Pals sweet when battles tide No stem
Your Philip WIS hrst oi the brave that day
With hts eOlOrs grASped as in death he lay:
And CouTGuey-Wsn, only knew
not mAn was left Of his Rebel cIeWI"
Ny home is drear and still 70. night
Where Shenandoah, muTmuring, doWB;
the Blue Ridge towers in tho pale moonlight,
Aud bAlnlily the south wind blows;
But my Ore burns dim, while athwart the wall
black as tho ptneg the shadows fall
And the only IrieRd within my door
Is the sleeping hOand on the mooulit floor.
Yet still in dreams my boys own;
They chase the deer DER dew, hills,
Their hair by mountain winds IL blown,
their shout the CchOinE valley oils.
Waits from the woodland, spring sunshine
Come the, open this door Of mine; s-
Ana hear them sing by the evening blaze
The songt they sang Ia the vanished days,
cannot part their lives and say,
This was the trailer, thts the true;" ta
God only knows Why one should stray
Add one go pure de uh's portals, throush.
They have passed from their mothera clasp and care:
But my heart dsCsnds IN the ysarning prayer
That his larger love will the two enTold-
Ny Courtney lair aud my Philip bOldi
-Ednd Dean Proctor.