The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1865-05-13

iOcO IL 40 IKE the CeatO;
Then listen :or noises, thinking with
every SOUND
There. they're making \ coffin TO bury roe
down in tae ground. \
Bury me-bu, that letter, think Iremem.
Didn't it say tina: Michael was killed by !
rebel ball?
Nelly had married Brady, and both hnd
gone 10 the Wes,-
He with au axe Oh his shoulder, she with |
bxbe vi her breast.
They were to send for me; I wonder how
long twill be;
l tell you. my pretty Sarah, long to
breathe Of the sea;
The blast with the salty odor, darling,
would do me GOOD,
Quicken my heart aud spirit, and cuench
the fire IN my blood.
Better for me THAI doctors, better than
One glimpse OF the distant faces for which
hunger and pine;
But shall never see Michael-ho sleeps in
The battle sod;
shall never sec Michael, I'LL both of us
may see God.
XXI.
I'll NO. sob for him weekly. OF course, he
fell for the right;
Ofcourse, twas fighting for us-or, in Gods
name, why should tie fight?
There are worse WAYS to death than diving
on fields remote
Love OF home in ones bosom-a saber-
thrust IN the throat.
IXIII.
They tell me that a,n sinking; you heard
what the Doctor said
Hickey, lie s;ill and quiet, you know
you re as good As dead
Suppose ;ha, mus, die, Sarah, is this the
place 10 fall
Is this The place where an homes. man may
turn his face 20 the wall?
Die. and stand IN The dead list as number
seveIty-iiYe:
| hat 10 my nninper Sarah, as sure as
you're alive.
Should Nelly come for my Oooes, the clerk
inay say al the door,
Perhaps his nu:nbee is seventy ave- per
Laps lis seYenty-iour.
What, il they raise another, thinking the
while It's I?
Bear with me kindly, Sarah-Sarsh you
! must not cry.
=
~, with tears and Hroans,
Should bury il in the old church yard, close
80 my mothers bones?
XXNI.
Surely. soldier y trench roughly dug with
the spade,
We're far nobler tomb wherein y mar
( might tD laid;
Gashea aud hacked with war, It's q fearful
! death, I've read;
l nv iy,E rf -
over your mead!
shan't die, though they will it--Sarah,
| why should die7
All need Is another scene, the stars Of an.
other sky.
Place the in Ne,ly's Arms--my face to he,
face in tears;
Place ,ne on Nelly's bosom and shall live
fifty years.
Oaly to think, while you and are talking
side by side!
How the wonderful earth is glad aud shin.
Ing outside.
How groups are passing through sunny
lanes, how the hawthorn tree is white
How dart the swallows from porch to ledge
atwitter to every fghtl
xxx.
Over many Q wicket green, the broad la
burnum blows,
Under many . quick-set hedge, the out
cast pansy grows.
Far, through violet hazes, the landscape,
glimmering dim,
The willows are shaking and making
ghosts along the rivers brim.
|6arah, I'd give my eyes, poor - they are
for q look
Down on the foamy glitter Of ono wild tor
rent brook:
Sarah, I'd give my hea1t-darling, vel
may you smile;
Just to look at our orchard trees over tn
garden stile.
For, you must know when they left me
( c0mfnrtless and f0rl0rn,
(Just the time when tho popPJ's dre va
Qusnching In the Cofn.)
Game the summons 70 quit and go-licens
" light tho thatch,
lso. fr the hast uu,e, lifted the friendl.
latch.
Walked to the dus,y road, and turned Wit
/ aching brOws;
Thsre was the house-leek growing full o.
tho eve of the house,
, There was the b0le Oh the ivy, and tn
chimney against the sky;
taOQE@1 the lI00 Oh ltO A0OtgVO USoAAs3 0ss
chiAlikc whispered, "goCd bye"
j. xxxIII.
All the village gossips had heard OF M
doom and me;
Some were curious and SOne were ssd, bu
let that be.
Down ] walked thro' the sunny street
thinning things might Be worse,
, A branch Of q crab for waiking-stacA
and ten pence In my purse.
xxxIv.
Came the neighbors around me with wei
comes quick aud kind 49,
Tne women wept, and wept, and Wept IN
dear. ',lil they were blind.
Hogan. the smith cried" Mover fear, W
shall be nan and wife;"
And got drunk that evening iof inc MS
time in my life.
xXxv.
Drinking the stsgnant ale, for cou'o &c
think Of food,
my blood;
| Toasting toasts to the future. freedom
plenty and wealth,
The very straw which, he on II seems tns