The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-12-17
Together marched DER Southern vale and hill.

Together marched o'er Southern vale and hill.
oh, troublous times! love to think again
when ono the ali Wers as
"men"N
While in our hearts we kept the name of
"boys,''
At blare of bugle, or at tap of drum,
How oft we Gathered in the steady line!
hear them yet-but do these memories come
To other hearts, as now they come to mine?
All. it must be that we shall meet no more!
Those other hearts are scattered like the sand;
Many are mustered "on the other shore"
And beclkon to me with a comrades hand.
There is real poetry in the following
verse from GA Woodland Reverie':
In every blade of grass-each tree and flower,
Each singing bird that hops from bough to
bough
Go read the lesson of the Masters power;
The running stream, the breeze that fans thy
And everything throughout creations plan,
May an impressive lesson teach to man.
"Foot-Prints'' shows that the author
has some knowledge of human nature
and warm sympathy for his fellow
creatures:
All, pure young hearts! Could they ever be
Kept free from Folly's chain,
And, through the voyage upon Iifes sea-
Know nothing of storm or OF pain!
But the clink of dollars may drown the joy
We felt in the long ago;
And the rich man forget the generous boy,
And the footprints out in the snow.
The strongest man is a achild" once more
When age has dimmed his pow'rs,
And he he reads again, from Mem2rys store
And his heart returns. With q yearning love,
Through the years that swiftly flow
To the merry hours when he played above
The footprints made in the snow.
There is marked choice of sacred
themes throughout the entire work, some
of which are not unmiXed with humor,
as in "Beecher Goes Wrong:
Dear Martha, I've been readin' in the papers,
Lately, from time TO time,
That Beecher has been cuttin' up wild capers
Bout Gospel Truth sublime.
They say he has gone back on all his preachin',
AS well as all his f1ockS;
And in his later days he has quit teachin'
Things purely orthodox.
And now he he's jined Bob Ingersoll's dark le-
gions,
And believes no more in the Internal Regions
No, Martha, nary He'll.
He believes there is no future bliss or sorrow,
r,o. Nor glittering M harts Of gold, Idtor,ds 70 nr
Is always sadly sold.
1t may be Martha, there's many foolish teach
That daily roams about
But yet they do not wait, like Mr.. Beecher,
So long to find it out.
AS for me- I'll believe the good old story
OF "Jesus and His Love-"
And hope to live in everlasting glory
In happy worlds above.
1 care not for the Ingersells and Beechers,
listen not to sich erratic preachers
About all things divine.
No earthly talk our Christian faith can sever,
Well sing the good old song;
For don't we know that Beecher has been ever
A Tilton towards the wrong?
Trium phant over every form of evil,
Wen shout the Christians shout,
Leaving Ingersoll, and Beecher, ana the Devil
To fight their battle out.
Perhaps no poem in the book deserves
more praise than "The Robins Song,"
part of which is given below:
pause not to see if the shadows may lengthen,
strive by my singing to drive them away;
With prayer to MY Father my faint heart to
strengthen,
warble my song through the gloomiest day.
By wealth's conscious smile or povertys sor-
Thus, day by day, do journey along;
Yet the cares or the Joys of this world cannot
borrow
One warbling note f1om the joy of my song.
The song of Gods glory forever is ringing
To me by Infinite Love 1t is given;
And while in these branches to-day am sing
ing,
My song is a part of the music of Heaven.