Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1866-02-27
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THE BROKEN MUGx

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So THE BROKEN MUGS
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DENT IN THE sHESASOoAH Valley (so-cALLED0>
My mug is broken, my heart is sad
!" nat woes can fate still hold in store!
q he friend tcherished Thousand days
IS smashed to pieces on the floor!
Is shattered into limbo gunes sFssl -rNat
70. III see my mug no nuFetr
RsIicit was ofjoyous hours
SEH0se1 g6:eFsnl He mores st IL allure
~ hen coffee made of rye we drank,
And gray WIS all the dress we woFc!
When we were paid some cents month,
-rer7 But never asked for more!
In marches long, by day and night,
In raids, hot cha rges, shocks of war,
- Strapped on the saddle at my back
= This faithful comFade still bore
This old companion, true and tried,
I'll never carry more! -..-.
Bright days; when young in heart and hope
The pulse leaped al the words =. La G loire %
Z When the gray people cried s'hot fight!
eos Why VIC have one to fnur"'
When but to see the foeman's face,
Was all they asked-no more.
From the Rapida n to Gettysburg
:" Hard bread behind. sour Erout' before,
This friend went with the cavalry
And heard the jarIing cannon roar
In front of Cemctary Hill
Good heavens how they did roar!
ThenHback again, the foe behind,
=, Back to the old Virginia shore
In flags the suileu graYbacks bore,
This mug has made the great campaign,
And we'd have gone once more
, Alas! we never went again
The red cross burner, slow but sure
Fell back We babe to sour kruut
(Like the lover of LCnore)
long, sad lingering farewell
10 tastclts joys no more.
But still we fought and ate hard bread
OrsssH rvea-good friend our woes dcplore!
Ana still this faithful friend remained
Riding behind Ine before
The friend an march, in bivouac,
when others were no more.
How oft We drove the horscrnan blue
In Summer bril- Wis ter frore!
How Oft before the Southern charge
ThrU' field and wood the blue birds tore!
I'm .tarmUnizcd to-day, but think
I'D like to charge once more,
Oh yes! we're all 'fraternar now,
Pursed ofour sins we're clean and pure,
Congress will reconstruct US soon
But no gray people that fiOor
I'm harInomizcd-'so -caIlc but long
To sec those times once more!
Gay days. the sun was tighter then,
And we were happy, though so poor!
That past comes back as behold
My shattered friend upon the floor,
A1y sp!intercd, use less, ruined mug,
From which FIJI drink more.
How many lips I'll love for aye,
While hearts md memory endure.
Have touched this broken cup and laughed
How they did laugh i'm days OF y0re!
4nose Gays we'd called 'beauteOus dream
1t they had been 10 more!'
Dear comrades, dead th,s'manv da7,
] saw you weItering in your gore
After those days, amid the pines
On the Rappahannock shore!
"hen the joy of life was much to me
But yONr warm hearts were more!
Yours was the grand heroic nerve
That laughs amid the storm of war
SOULS tnat loved much your native land,
Wh1 fought and died therefor! .
You gave your youth your brains your nrms
Your bloOd-you hau; no morc!
i You lived and died true to y our flag!
And now your wounds arc healed-but core
AMI many hearts that think OF you
Where you have gone bcEore1'
Peace. cOmraie God bound up tho &c forms
They are whole fOrevcrmorc!
Those lips that broken vessel touched,
His, too the man all adore
That cavalier of cavaliers,
whose voice will ring no moro
"hOse plume will float amid the storm,
vi battle never moro!
Not on this idle page write
That name Of name shrined i1 the core
VI every heart!-peace foolish pen,
hush words so cold and poor
MS sword is rust the blue eyes dust,
Ills OnG!c sounds more!
Yet even here write this. lie charged
AS Rupert in The years before
ana when his stern. hard work was done,
Ills Rriefs, JOYS battles DER
bis mighty spirit rode the Storm
And led his men once more
He lies beneath his native sod
" here TiOets spring, frost is hoar:
he recks nOt-charsing sqUadrons watch
His raven plume no moreI
mat smile we see. That voice well hear,
That hand we'll touch no moreI
My foolish mirth is quenched in tears:
Poor fragments strtwed npou the floor
Gou are type OF uoblsr things
That find their use mere
Things glorions once. now trodien down
That make US smile no more
or couraEe. pride, high hopes. s,oat hearts,
Hard, stubborn nerve, devotion pure,
oea'lnE his wings against the bars
the PrIsoned eagle tried to- soar
Outmafched, O'erwhelmed. we STRUGGLED stilI
Bread failed we fought no more!
L'esfn the dust the shattered staff
- That bore aioff on sea and shore
That bIrz'ng flag, amid the STORM
AND none are now poor
So poor 10 do it reverence
g Now when it flames no more!
But II is glnrions in the dust,
Sacred till time shall be no more
Spare it, fierce editors you: scorn-
The dreai 'Itebtiliun's' uerl
"a TIri the great flag hide cross and star.
Thrust INFO darkness star and bar,
az hut look ! across the ages far
il flames for evrrmore!