Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1871-11-22
VOL. XII.
How Jamie Came Home.


Come, mother set the kettle on
And put the ham and eggs to fry:
Something to eat,
And make it neat,
To please our JaIne's mouth and eve:
For Jamie is only son, you know,
The rest have perished long agoI
He's coming from the wars tonight,
And his blue eyes will sparkle bright,
| And his old smile will play right free,
His old, loved home, again to see.
say for It twas q GURUS thing
| That Jamie was not manned or killed
Five were the years,
With hopes and fears,
/ And gloomy, hopeless tidings e.
| And many night, the past fs
| We've lain within our COT
/ And while the rain-storr
We We thought of Jamie, IN his cent;
And offered many silent prayer
1 That God would keep him IN MS care.
say for'tl 'tiras GURUS thing
| That Jamie was not MANNED or killed!
| Five were the years,
With blood and tears,
With cruel bloody battles filed;
And many morn the past five years,
We've knelt around our freside here
And while we thought of bleeding ones,
Our blazing towns and smoking guns,
We've thought of him and breathed prayer.
That God would keep him in His care. -
Nay, Addie, girl, just come away
Touch not dish upon the shelf
Mother well knows,
Just how it goes;
Mother shall set it all herself
There's nothing, to wanderers looks,
! Equal to food that mother cooks;
There's nothing to wanderers taste, ....
Like food where mothers hand is traced;
| Though good a sisters heart and viii,
| mothers love is better STILL
She knows the side to put his plate,
She knows the place to set his chair;
Many day, .. -. .--
With spirits gay. ..
He's talked, and laughed, ard eaten there;
And though five years have come and gone,
Our hearts for him beat truly on, =...=H. ... 3.
And keep place for him to-day,
As well as ere he went away;
And he shall take, as good as new, q. at..
His old place at the table, tool
And opposite to him, again.
Your place, my Addie, girl, shall be-
Mother. your place
And kind old face .--....-r .-...
III still have opposite to me;
And we will talk of oldensdays, .F
Of all our former words and ways,
And we will tell him what has passed
Since he, dear boy, with us last;
And how our eyes have fast grown dim -. s
Whenever we conyersed of him.
And he shall tell us of his fights,
His marches, skirInishes and ALL
Many tale
VIII make US pale,
And pity those who had to fall
And many tale of sportive style .I p
Will go, perhaps, to make us smile; q
And when his stories all done,
And when the evening well has gone,
Wen kneel around the hearth once more
And thank the Lord the war is o'er.
Hark there's a sound hes coming now:
Hark mother there's the sound once more;
Now on our feet,
With smiles to greet,
Well meet him at the opening door!
It is a heavy step and tone
Too heavy, far, for one alone; .....
Perhaps the company extends '
TO some of his old army friends
And who they be, or whence they came,
OF course, We'll welcome them the same.
What bear We on your shoulders, men?
Is it nay Jamie, stark and dead2
What did you say?
Once more, pray.
I did not gather what you said.
What drunk! you tell that LIE to me?
What DRUNK o, God! it cannot be!
1t cannot be my Jamie dear,
LYING in drunken sluniler heral
It is, it is, as you have said
Men, lay him on Yon waiting bed.
'Tis jamie yes a bearded man,
Though bearing still some boyhood's trace
Stained with the ways
OF reckless days
Flushed with the wine cup in his face:
SweIled with the fruits of reckless years,
Robbed of each trait that e'er endears,
Except the heart distressing one
That jamie is our only son.
Oh, mother, take the kettle off,
And set the ham and eggs away !
What was my crime,
And when the time,
That should live to see this day?
For all the sighs [ ever drew,
And all the griefs 1 ever knew,
And all the tears I ever shed
Above our children that are dead
And all the care that creased my brow,
We're DaIIglE To what comes DER
I would to God, that when the three
We lost were hidden from our view,
Jamie had died,
And by their side
Had laid, all pure and spotless, too!
would this rain might fall above
The grave of him we joyed to love,
Rather than hear its coming traced
Upon this root he has disgraced!
But mother, Addie. come this way,
And let us kpeel and hunbly pray.
-Iel51lsUldr Herald.