The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-12-07

With blood and tears,
With cruel bloody battles filed
And many morn, the past five years,
We've knelt around our fireside here
And while we thought Of bleeding ones,
Our blazing towns and smoking guns,
We've thought of him and breathed q prayer
That God would keep him in His care
Nay, Addie, girl, just come away
Touch not u dish upon the shelf
Mother well knows,
Just low it goes {;
Mother shall set it all herself
There's nothing to wanderers looks,
Equal to food inst mother cooks
There's nothing TO wanderers taste,
Like food where mothers .hand is traced
Though good a sisters heart and will,
A 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, and eaten there
And though five years have come and gone,
Our hearts for him beat truly or
And keep a place for him to day,
AS we'll as ere he went away ;
And he shall take, as good as new,
His old place at the 4 bic, too
And opposite to him, again,
Your place, my Addie, girl, shall be;
Mother, your pacs
And kind old face
pll still have opposite to me
And we will talk of oden days.
Of all our iUImur words and ways,
And we VIII tell him what has passed
Since be, dear boy, was with US last
And how our eyes have fast grown dim
Whenever we cOnYersed of him.
And he shall tell US of his fights
His marches. skirmishes and all
Many tale
Will make US pale,
And pity those who had to fall
And many a tale of sportive style
Will go, perhaps, to make us smile
And when his stories all are done,
And when the evening we'll has gone,
Wen kneel around the hearth once more
And thank the Lord the WaT is DER.
Hark there's sound he's coming now;
Hark, mother there 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, tor one alone;
Perhaps the company extends
To some of his old army friends;
And who they be, or whence they came,
Ofcourse We'll welcome them the same.
What bear We on your shoulders, men?
Is it my Jamie, stark and dead?
What did you say?
Once more, pray,
did not gather what you said.
What drunk you tell that LIE to me?
It cannot be my Jamie dear,
Lying in drunken slumber here
1t is, it is, as you have said!
Men, lay him on yon waiting bed.
'Tfs Jamie, yes a bearded man,
Though bearing still some bOyhood's trace
Stained with the ways
Ofreckless days
Flushed with the wine cup in his face;
Syened 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 I should live to see this day?
For all the signs [ ever drew,
And all the griefs ever knew,
And all the tears [ ever shed
Above our children that are dead,s
And all the care that creased my brow,
Were naught to what comes DER me now.
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
7 would this rain might fall above
The grave of him we joyed to love,
Rather than hear it's coming traced
Upon this roof ne has disgraced
But mother AGdie, come this way,
Ard let us kneel and humbly pray >,
Peninsula Herald.