Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1865-07-19
The foeman's yell, our answering cheer,

Ana the lines form er many H-lie.
The foeman's yell, our answering cheer,
Red flashes through the gathering smoke
Swift ord ers, resonant ard clea-
Blithe cries from comrades, tried and dear,
The ,hen-scream and sabre stroke,
The volley fire from left TO right,
From right to left, we hear If s&eli;
The headlong charges, swift and bright
The thickening tumult of the fight.
And bursting thundsrs of the shell. -.
Now closer, denser, groves the strife.
And here we yield, and there We gain;
The air with hurting missiles rife,
volley for volley. life for life; a.tssg
Eo time to heed the cries Of pain ,. ..
Painting, as up the hills We Charge.
Or down them as We broken roll.
Life never felt so high. SO large,
And never DER so wide range
In triumph swept the kindling soul.
New rapturss waken in the breast,
Amid this hell Of scene and sound,
Ths arking batteries never rest.
And broken foot, BY horsemsn pressed.
Still stubbornly contest their ground;
Fresh waves Of battle rolling in,
To take the rlace Of shattered waves,
Torn lines that grow more bent ard ,hin,
A binding cloud, msddening din,
'Twss..then we filed these very graves!
Nigh, falls at myth with plying veil,
4 moonlit silence, deep ard fresh
These upturned fscss, stained and pale
.Vainly the chill night dews assaii:
For colder than the dews their fesh. r-.
And iickering far. through brush and wood
Go searching parties, torch in hand.
Seize if you can some rest and food,
At dawn the fight will be renewed
"S!eep on arms ~ the hushed command
They talk in whispers a. they lie r.
In lire, these rough and weary men.
"Dead or bd, wounded :" then sigh
''No coffin either?'' Guess Wen try
To get those two guns back agai r."
We've Ave flags to their one, Ohio,
That bridge, twas hot there as We passed. = 2
The Colonel dead It can't be SO, --v
Wounded badly, that know" -. ....
But he kept the saddle to tbt last"
''Be sure to send il il fall -
ANY tobacco? Bill, have vow >"
"A brown-hair'd, blueeyed. l,uching -du'l;"
"Gooi night, boys, and od keep you aTl. y
What, sound asleep? Guess III sleep to ], :,
'Aye, just about this hour they pray ....
For dad. Stop talking pass the word. I"
And soon as quiet as The clay
Which thousands will but be next day,
The long gdrswn sighs Of sleep are heard
- +rIs s~E*
Oh men, TO whom this sketch, though rude,
Calls back some scene of pain and pride,
Oh widow. hugSing close your brood.
oh wife. with happiness renewed,
Since he again IS at your side;
This trophy that o-day vs rsi,e -
Should b: monument for all. .Gt-r
And on its side no niggard phrase carlo.
Confne generous nations praise -
To those who. here have Sf1srced to fall
But LEI us all to-day combine -
Still other monuments 70 raise; 1ft
Here for the dead VIC build shrine. Hi
And new TO those who crippled pine. .ur
Let us give hope of happier days .s..r
Let homes for those sad wrecks Of war
Through all the land with sreed arise;
They cry from every gaping scar, ~
'.Let not our brother tomb debar ''
The wounded living from your eyes"
J1la
A noble day. a deed as good,
A noble scene in which 'tis done. e =----'
The birthday Of our rstionhood. i1
And here again the nation stood ol-.-s
On this same day It's life re-won.
A bloom Of banners In the air. .. r..,...
A double calm Of sky and soul,
Triumph al chant and bugle blare,
And green fields spreading bright aud fair,
As Heayenward our hossnras roll 81
-z1s oi ssJ5gcl.i .Z-J sal ~ CD
Hosannas for land redeemsd.
The bayonet sheathed, the cannon dumb ;
Passed as some horror we have dreamed,
The hery metecrs that here streamed,
Threat'nin within our homes TO come
Again our banner aoats abroad,
Gone the one stain that on it fell;
And bettered by his chastning rod.
With streaming eyes uplift to God.
We say, "He doeth all things well,"
"What fine head your boy has"
aid an admiring friend. EYES," said the
ond father; abe ID chip Of, the old
,locki amt you sonny" II guess 80,