The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-03-07
By THE CAMPFIRE.
NY MRS. SARAH n. HoBAHr.

NY MRS SARAH n HOBAHT-
Tread at the annual encampment of the De-
partment OF Wisconsin G.. A r. at Portage
city, Wis. January q 1883 y
We meet in joy and eiadness -
Beside the eamp-fire's light. =.
And kindly greetings temper 1
Tue chilling winters night - -
Amid the song and laughter, - Efi-liis
The co nfort, warmth and glow. lrr3
Our hearts recall the pictures 81,
OF camp-fres long ago.
ssComer' rang from Freedoms watch-towers,
And answ ring TO the call, t ,---
You want our manifest, bravest, t-aEe
Our light, our joy. our all. ....,-. = 4
Their STRIPPING rst-born pressed ri
And whispered through their sobbinR:
Dear land, we give our bestF
Der woodland, glen and valley,
Peal d forth the bugies shriil, wa
And famed brave battle banners fr -
On mountain plain sud hill-
Across our rolling prairies -asss + PAS
We saw thS ir splendor shine
And prayed: .'God save the Nationy'
wiile boys fell into line.
Ere long by brad savannas r'f =
And rivers murmurtng low,
The green OF southern hillsides ~ IL.
Grew bright with tents OF snow.
Tho Joy of camp and bivouac, r1
The laughter, song and giee. sfi1
Made war merry pastime
Set to sweet minstrelsy.
Beneath the Southern star-beams
You toll the tales OF skirmish,
OF pickets. march and fight
The songs that ch cred the moments
Ring down the a!sles of time:
No songs 50 thrill the soldier
As their wild, pulsing rhyme.
GLORY, HaIlelujahI"
Pealed through the startled trees.
I'VE rally round the flag, boy 81" g.
Came ating on the breeze.
Vito Marching on TO Richmondr'
The canvas walls resound,
And the echoes chorus ~Tenting
Tonight on the old camp-grOund."
~we're coming. Father AbrshamY'
Rings to the hills away.
.Our hax shall float forever
Our own brave boys are theyr
when this cruel war is over
No longer VIII we roam
Tramp, tramp, the boys are marchingl"
And the song of "The girls at homer
Soon came the rude awak' ming;
Startled-but undismsyed
You h ar1 through widening circles
The furious fusilade-
Ger wounded, dead and dying,
Amid the cannons roar
Unwavering and unswerving,
Fair Freedoms flag you bore.
Oh, valiant, true and steadfast
Thro igh tempest, heat and cold,
Our country crowned you heroes
In those grand days OF old.
Though homesick, heartsick. weary,
Daring the battery's breath
Your brave hearts never faltered @
While face to face with death
Then back from field and prison,
A band of crippled men,
The wreck OF battle surges,
We welcomed you again
We saw your thin ranks faitcr,
And walls of anguish sore
Went up from home and hearthstone,
For tn Sc who came no more
For, wearied with their marching,
Some fell beside the way,
nj haf n
In thickest of the fray.
Some sank with deadly fevers
Mid swamps of Tennessee,
And some stacked arms and rested
On the heights of st. Marye.
From out wars fiery trial
No bitter hate we bring,
No threat of wild rex nges;
No cruel taunts wiling. -H'rl.. a"
But let us not prove faithless
To the gallant blood they shed,
Our foes may be forgiven-
But ne'er forgot our deadl
Still through the rolling ages
Shall brightly glow their fame;
Still on our country's annals
Their deeds OF valor flame,
And bands OF patriot children
In springtime's sunny hours
Shall rev'rent place above them
Fair wreaths of spotiess flowers
Oh. boys that fell at Shiloh,
At Richmon1 and Buil Run.
The work your brave hands finished
Shall never be undone. ..4.
Sleep sweetly through the ages,
o dear and honored dustl
The men who guard your victories
Stand faithful to their trustl