The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-06-04
ING IN THE HOSPITAL.

am dying, mother, dying,in the hospital aione
With a hundred faces round me not single oneis |
known,
And the human heart within me, like a suffering, |
wounded dove,
Hungers witha ccasslss ysarnins FOR one answer
ing word Of love.
OF tits hard, It's hard, my mother, thus to lnger
day by day,
Dying here without the music of the battles fierce
array
Dying, far from home and kindred; robbed Of lifes
dearest ties, - afAa - taA Az
With the eager eyes out-gazing, but TO meet with
stranger eyes.
It.were sweet to fsll my mother, With sIbabtle
raging round, - 80 He's~e, ~
And to leap from earth to heaven at single pat
riot-bound;
Itwere sweet to feel that glory would check the
tears of woe, aes = sFE.S Il
That DER hearts whose griefs were despest gush
/ of pride would flow.
But to lie at night, dear mother and list the var-
der,s tread, ss @@ efkE E5A
AS it falls upon my heart, seem prisoner with
the dead;
And long to lose my sense of pain--tO find calm
release,
And to sink each vain, vain longing in silent
of peace.
o, could I see, dear mother, the dog that guards
our door,
1 1t would make each Ife-throb at my heart beat
quicker than before;
And the nursing of your dear hands, the breath
of on old hills, r7r rTa-- &
Would send food of fresh life back through all
these draining rills. 4rr
But it may not be- loved mother, must die here.
all alone,
Where, hundred faces round me, not single one
| is known;
With the human heart within me l,irserins Ike a
| wounded dove
For the soft glance of my mother, and her dear
| home-words of love. r.ir.-l Ir.
o the heart of man, loved mother, is as dsuntless
| as a rock h.f IJ'
In time of mortal danger-in the battles deadly
shock;
But alone, alone and dying. how he Graves affec-
Y tons ties f-.FE sA
Graves woman's strength in weakness, and the
|
o, the dreams, the dreams, my mother, they have
Il vanished from my sky, +H
Like the misty mountain vapors that before the
sunlight fly
All the golden dreams of glory, with their rainbow
| tints OF fame, sEe,E
That would link with deeds of vslor my bright. my
deathless name!
Where are they now; dear motherl Like mirage
of the plain,
Like bubble on the river, like ajevel on the
main,
Like the sweetest flowers of Autumn when-they
feel the biting frost, sEZ
All those glorious ASPIRATIONS are lost, for.
ever lost!
Yet if I could live, my mother, I know that l
should go
And help to clear our country, of her fratfioidal
foe, ...tszr -e
For you have taught me, long, ago, that he was no
true
Who would not in time like this, step forward to
the van.
And though 1 leave, my nUther, no laurel crown Of
fame
There is not linked with my past life single breath
of shame; - 0
And, thought meier may see your face, will nc
more complain, "a
) For know that nOessparrOw fal1eth tothe ground
in vain.
t But another dawn, sweet mother. is breaking OF
t me now,
When another sunlight beameth it will find calm
And another rough, rude coffin will be taken from
God bless you, dearest mother, and good-by for
evernore,
Sleep soldiers, sleep! not the bright face ofmOrn
ing,
Moons glaring splendor, or ewes gentle light;
Not the rich cloud-tints the hills all adorning,
U Nor the rich clustering gems of the night;
Not even Love, with its infinite feeling,
! Not even Friendship, with calm, sweet revealing
, Not even Faith, with its Organ-notcs pealing. +
!, Toucheth thy heart or beams glad on thy sight
Sleep, soldiers, sleep! all thy battles are over
, War, with its pomp and its glory, is done;
In new regiOnt souldoth now hover
Far from. thy friends as the earth from the sun
, high as the clouds are the temples and arches,
/ Grand and triumphant the lOud-pealing marches
! / While wisdom deeper than Times deep researches
Beams on thy mind from the holiest onel
e Details were then made to visit othe
: graves in the vicinity, and streE flowers
? and the work Of decoration proceeded in th'
f Oskwood Cemetery. A c9mwittee Of ladiel
d visited the graves separately, each of whicl
! had been arched with wreath Of evergreen
! and flowers, and oruamented with small hags
g The ceremony was beautiful and impressive
d and will be long remembered.e z@w
. Attempted Murder at Toledo.-Au
e gust Heck and Philip Stsinmetz, living i
It the 7th ward Toledo, had difiealty about
COW, belonging TO TIE latter some days ago