The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1866-10-19
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From the Cincinnati Gazette
THE SOLDIERS LAST APPEAL,

The thunders died in silence on Chicksmauga's
plain,
A rebel guard walked out with me TO look among
the slain
Brave soldiers lay in mangled heaps, the earth
was red with gore,
Ten thousand comrades still in death who lived
the morn before.
The frightful visions Of that field no human tongue
can tell.
Could Satan lead his egions forth, the vilcst imps
Of hell,
And each one strive with all his might, procuring
death and pain,
The carnage field could not surpass the Chicka-
mauga plain.
saw mangled soldier boy, by every one be-
loved,
He lay among heap Of dead though his pale lips
still moved,
His feet and hands were cold as death, his sight
had gone astray,
But when gave him wine he spoke, and faint
these words did say;
see a vision yonder, upon widened field,
long line dressd in loyal blue, who ne'er to foe
did WELD;
They bear the beanteous banner up, they bear it
through the fight,
They bear it till the last foe yields the victory TO
Right
And now hear joyous shout-earth echoes
with its ring,
he tOyb iegtOOS lace ABOUT, OF nome ana peace
they sing
They bear the beauteous banner high, though rent
aud stained with gore
They love it with deeper love than ere they
loved before.
But in the distance, .yonder vision behold,
That makes my soul within me sink, my heart
grow dead and cold.
When war has ceased its fearful din, and peace
reigns o'er the land,
They form their long lines once again-tis Trea.
sons fendish band.
Their leader, bold as Satan, the besuteous flag
will hold,
serpent rises at its feet and coils about its fold
Then rebel legions gather round their leader, who
is chief,
With perjured souls and bloody hands, they fy to
his relief.
And then there comes a motley throng of traitors
doublY-dyed;
They talk of peace, as towards WILL and stand up
side by side
Their brayer comrades, doubly cursed with blood
stains on their hands
And boldly strive to curse again this douby blood
bought land.
" And nov, see another line; they're dressed in
loyal blue,
Their hands they turn against the work they once
did help to do,
And with the fendish rebel host they're Joining
hand to hand,
To rend again and battle in blood their own, theil
native land.
Obi have we suffered all this toll - say, com
rade-all this pain,
And all these countless mangled heaps; oh have
we died in vain ?"
And then he turned his eyes on me, with death !:
appalling glare,
And bade me kneel upon the ground, solemn
oath TO swear.
Aud there, upon the crimson sand of Chickamau.
gas plain,
knelt amid tn unnumbered host, the maneled
and the slain,
And bound my soul with solemn vow, while
could raise my hand,
land
No place that eer would give them power, honor
praise or trust
But give each place and honor to the loyal and the
just.
vowed unto each whispered word, low kneeinp
by his side,
he smiled, alt is enough" said he-he closed
his eyes and died.
My VOW lies heavy on my soul, and moves this
heart of mine
To warn my comrades dress'd in blue, along the
loyal line,
To save our country's banner bright from every
rebel hand,
And with the true and loyal host be sure to ever
stand,
The fendish bands may hide their strength and
seem to be few,
But who tell the fearful crime that traitors vel
may do
Then firmly, boys, stand to your post, and strictly
guard the polls,
And see that no miscreant more this happy land
controls.