New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-01-09
LONE OF THE BOYS.''
BIZ GEORGE z. EAGLES.

ONE OF THE BOYS"
By GEORGE z. EAGLES.
Lower the curtains Jack, softly,
And light up the chandelier;
Stir up the fire, there, lightly,
Now draw to my bedside here
I've something to say at parting,
The shadows are stealing nigh,
So bow your head while Whisper,
And list to me ere die.
Prop up the pillows Jack, gently:
Then give me your hand in mine,
No chink of glittering glasses,
Notlowing Of amber wine;
I've got few words to say, lad,
Bout the times we two have seen,
When, filling the crystal goblets,
We drank to woman, our queen.
All, many a night old fellow,
AS the time flew swift along,
We've flooded the air with laughter,
And filled the hours with song.
We've pledged our friends and our sweet
hearts, +.
We've drank to our true loves eyes,
To the blue, the black, and the hazel,
Till stars faded from the skies.
We two have roamed home together
Full many morn, my lad,
Shouting the echoing chorus,
registering, reckless, and glad.
We've tasted life's sweets together,
We've drank of it's springs of Joy,
But, Jack, the curtain is falling,
I'm dying tonight, my boy.
lived while lived for.pleasure.
filled my cup to the brim,
Nor thought Of the solemn shadows,
The specters andphantoms grim
That waited beyond my vision,
That cluster around me now,
That touch with their sable pinions
My aching and fevered brow.
Fer true to the ties that bound us,
Old friend, you alone are here
OF all who joined us in revel
To watch mid the shadows drear.
Beyond gay voices are ringing,
And eyes CLEAN Joyous and bright;
Say, Jack, do they know Pm dying
Here in my chamber to-night?"
As freely the red wine bubbles
And foams in the crystal glass,
Do they give thought, l wonder,
To me as the hours pass;
Dothey think, mid sparkling bumpers
OF old Bourbon and old Rye,
That I'm lying in the shadow;
Do they toast me as | die?
VIII they miss me at banquet,
Will they miss me, think you Jack?
And upon ike old time faded
VIII their eyes look kindly back?
Will they think of when we gathered
In the moonlight on the hills,
Drinking red wine and catawba,
Careless, thoughtless of life's ills?
An, well, twas fleeing pleasure,
The VINE ana the Imagining eyes,
The blue, the black, the hazel
Where the Turing love-lights rise;
For you, old chum, they are waiting,
From me they have flown away,
The nights on the cleaning hilltops
Have gorefrom my life for aye!
I've been thinking Jack, old fellow,
That my days have gone to waste,
That my revels and carousings
We're the fruit Of pampered taste.
Through all the years that have faded
Inever have known care,
And now as the death gloom gathers,
can't remember a prayer.
I've been nursing the hollow beauties,
I've cherished the fleeing joys,
My life has been spent in seeking
A bliss that burdens and clogs,
Past honors seem strangely barren
OF good in my clouded sight,
And, Jack, the future looks misty
And dark as die tonight.
Remember, sometimes, old fellow,
Our friendship when am dead,
When the bright-hued birds Of summer
Sing sweetly above my head,
You'll think of our days together,
OF rollicking times now past,
But Jack, don't "tie' to their glamour,
The shadows fall round at last.
Prop up the pillows, Jack, gently,
Then give me your hand in mine,
No chink of glittering glasses,
No flowing of amber wine;
4 We've tasted life's sweets together,
We've drank at it's springs of joy,
But, Jack, the curtain is falling,
Pm dying, ton ght,my boy.