Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1865-03-03
raK HERO WITHOUT A NAME.

FRIDAY MORNING. MARCH 3.
TaE HERo WITHOUT NAME.
sroot- VAS HAWKES.. c. . A.-lsnsoxrs or -AA.l
Iloved, when . ekild, TO seek the page
uher. War proud tales are srsnely toc.
And 10 dream Of the might Of that former see
In the brave good days Of old
When men cor Virtue AID Honor fs1sht
In s~rrfes pside 'pesfh their banners bright.
By the fairy hands Of Beauty wrought,
AID 'broid-red With God and Right"
And shsr. rad Of Sir Lsunc.lO, true,
whose deed. have beer sung IN q nob'er strain
And Of RedsT.ek the Bold, -ho bis fsIcson drew
In the cause Of his native spain.
In thought behed gay sydney ride.
And Bay.rd who came Ike the swirl Of the tide.
A be struck fer the Lilies o. trspce
On the era<s Of Scotland there saw
win his hair Of golden hue, hontrose.
And susrthy Douglass, whose rane
In the homes Of his English foes.
There winkereid, in the swissisuf famed,
And the moantsineer's boast, devoted Tell
who smiled as before his shaft, well aimed
HIS eountry's iyrsnt fell
syesih Erin's Gag, that glad "sun burst"
Was Emmett. who stands in that martyr van.
Whose blood sancflfed the gibbet aconrsed,
where be died for the rights Of man.
There Light Horse Harry" Who led in the Fray.
Ard Marion, the pride Of his cavaliers;
There was Washington, too, whose grave to-day
Is the shrine Of the Patriots tears,
These splendid forms were part Of the throng
Thai dslsh.ed ne. moving IN pageant, sI.1d
Prom the legends % every Land.
But little hoped myself 20
A spirit skin TO those stately men.
Nor thousht that great hearts like theirs could be
In prisons crowded pen.
Yet ". seen IN the wards Of the Hospital there
Hero, fancy. As peerless Of soul,
"A pale-faced boy, whose home h fsir
where the waters Of Cumberland roll
On his cot Ia that Harrow room,
the music he hears j. the Sigh and the groSn
Re lies through the days long pan and gloom,
Bot be lever makes moan.
They hewd him down with their blades Of steel
when the troopers charged from the camps Of tbs foe
Eat be was not kilied-sIhcush Ifeei
II would have been better
For my heart within NE l. very sad,
As SIT sud bold his wasted Bsnd,
And hear m tell IF the times that glad
In our dear and sunny land.
There are hours again in his fevers heat
when his restless fancies hy II his home
when BE talks OF he scythes Ia the falling wheat
And Of reapers that go and come
or BIS eoyish mates and their frolIcsoTne gies
Thro' the cedar gisdes and the woodlands dim.
And how be carved there many tree
A name that WAS dear TO hiE;
OF the sweet Wild roses tn At scatter the lights
Through the cottage door and winiow panes,
And ociober's haze on the Tar on heights,
or the rvalet- plash and the song o. the birds
And The eorn-rows standing like men With spears,
or his mothers prayers ard her loving words
Then his cheeks are wet with tears.
And seem TO see her as the autumn leaves
Are silently falling Ia the glsn-
As the swallows come back to the sheltering caves.
Where ne shall not come again.
Then rejoice that she cannot see
How the blight has stained her falrest bloom
am glad that her steps will never be
Beside his Nor bern tomb.
And think Of another; who watches, too,
When the early stars are bright on the bi
Nor knows that his heart, confding and true
Will soon be forever siill.
All many, in vain, 10 their hopes shall cling,
Through the dreary morn aud mournful eve,
And the memory alone shall a soace bring
To thousand hesrts that grieve.
Ny comrade will last but little while,
For zee every succeeding day
fainter flush, bat sweeter smile,
Over his features play.
he knows that until he Is under the sod
THESE walls-ltle better-shall shut him in.
Bat his soul pufs trust in the Lamb Of God,
Which taketh away ell sin.
And, somehow think, when our lives are DONE
That this humble Hero without name
VIII be greater up there than many one
or the hgh-born men Of Fsme.
And know would rather have to day
The crown that he'll wear In its fadeless bloom
Than Rodericks helm, so golden and gay,
Or sydnsy's snow white plume.
o, Prisoner Boy that were as near
Asyou are now, TO that "shining shore,
Where the waters Of Love and OF Life clear,
And weeping shall be more
II cannot be thus-yet in Gods own time
He will call His weary ones home 10 rest.
And the beautiful Angels with song and with chime,
Shall welcome each mortal guest
CAxP CHASE. October, 1854.