Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-09-21

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Still at the school, lad of seventeen years:
The child with hair fair and eyes so blue,
Tco young to know the cause of womans tears;
His life was fresh, not filled with groWn-mans
fears,
The small world he had known was pure and true
Still at the school, boy of seventeen years,
The child with hair SO fair and eyes so blue.
he clasped his mother in that dear embrace,
And she had blessed her boy, her only boy;
No longer scholar, learning Latin-case,
For news had come, an d ill-news flies apace,
That Woerth and Gravelotte followed Saarbruck-
He'd clasp his mother in that dear embrace,
And she had blessed her boy, her only boy.
She walked beside him to the rendezvous,
His pale, fair mother, with her widows veil;
She heard his words and not the drun-tattoO,
sc Good courage, fare you well Ma mere. adieu!"
" Courage, good courage, boyl mine shall not TAIL.
She walked beside him to the rendezvous,
His pale. fair mother, with her widows veil.
sob God!" she cried, 'they. take my throbbing
heart;
Ny boy il gone, and win my heart beat still:n
The child was thinking. What noble will
Through me, her son, no fear shall ever dart"
But when she watched the drums beat up the hill,
'tOh Godi' she cried, "t they take my throbbing
heart"
The fair little Turco fought with the best
But winter came, and with ague he lay;
And the surgeon, seeing death in the west,
Said: "Baby, 90 back, go home to thy nest"
But the sick child answered "No, let stay"
The fair little Turco fought with the best
But winter came and with ague he lay.
f'No, will not leave my comrades until
Each Prussian is driven away from the land.
When the Uhlan-cry is quiet and still,
o then, o then, I will stand on the hill,
And my mother shall see my waving hand.
But I will not leave my comrades until
Each Prussian is driven away from the land
A time of snow-fate fought on our side,
And the Germans retreated day by day.
But they fell back on forts that stayed the tide,
Their earth-worhs were large, and their bitches
wide,
And they lay entrenched like bloodhounds at bay.
A time of snow-fate fought our side,
And the Germans reiterated day by day.
The ramparts were high, and the plain was broad,
And the range of their guns far and fine;
We advanced, we retired, then sorties poured,
And the regiment of Turcos strewsd the line.
The ramparts were high, and the plain was broad,
And the range of their guns was far and fine.
The boy has fallen, struck down by ball;
An old soldier raises linn up on his back.
The day is lost-sad rings the " Recall"
To regiment that rests where echo may fall;
So Requiem plays them home from attack.
The boy has fallen, struck down by ball
An old soldier raises him up on his back.
And the Arab brave guards the wounded child,
By brook that sings in little ravine.
Altar the cannOnade roars loud and wild,
And, straining-up his face, that just had smiled,
He sternly speaks mid booming in between;
But the Arab brave guards the wounded child,
BY brook that sings in a little ravine.
E'Where are the Prussians? answer, answer true
Do they at last at last, turn back in flight?
Am in France, and do still pursue?"
To downcast eyes, that dark and mournful grew,
He said once more; in agoniZing phi ght,
.'Where are the Prussans? answer, answer true:
Do they at last, at last, turn back in dight?'
Then said that brave old Turco, pressed to tell,
eyes. little Frenchman, thou hast nobly won"
g Then will you hear me? will go-tis we'll,
Oh, my dear mother" and in that faint
knel,
The fair child-soldier slept-down dipped the sun.
Still that old Turco says, at vesper-ben,
ayes, little Frenchman thou hast nobly won.''
-FrGser's Magazine.