The National tribune., 1885-12-17

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PERHAPS
To Our GAR. Goddess, Kate d. Sherwood.
BY CAPT. JACK CRAWFORD.
IDuring the National Encampment at Portland,
Governor and Past Commander of the GAR.
kobey, of Maine, gave grand reception TO the
delegates of the National Womans Relief Corps, AT
the Falmouth Hotel parors. During the evening
Gov. Robey came into the Headquarters OF the
California delegation and said to that Mrs. Kate
B Sherwood, National President of the Womans 8
Relief Cores had ordered me 20 report IN the par,
lor proceeded there with Comrade Robcy and
reported, when, without any ceremony, was in
trodced to the ladies of the corps by their Prcsi-
dent. reeted Mothers Prayers" after telling cling
the story of its origin. At the close Mrs Sher-
wood stepped up to me, and after removing the
badge from her own breast. whereon 1t mad hung
for a year. pinned it upon mine. felt what SOL
der of France might feel on receiving the Iron
Cross. This incident has suggested the following
line.
Perhaps, beloved Goddess, you never will know
The Joy and the pride that inflated my soul
That night, when you pinned your own badge on
my bosom
That night when my heart wrote its name on your
roll.
Perhaps it was weakness that made my eyes glisten
While warriors soul and the heart of woman
Were drifting in sight of comrade, Pauline.s
Perhaps it will be when the moss has grown over
A spot that is speckled with daisies just now,
Where shall retire from life's nettles and clover
That shall meet you with a crown on your brow.
Perhaps all the sunshine that lodges our coming
Along on life's pathway will burst on us there;
Perhaps all the music now deaf to our drumming
f,;r
Perhaps after all, mid the strife and commotion,
The worry and frctting of life's busy throng,
The soul will ride over the tempest-tossed ocean,
And anchor where angels and sunshine belong
Perhaps you will greet me with love-song and
laughter,
Where all our hearts yearnings will cease to
exist,
Perhaps in that wonderful unknown hereafter
Our poor weary comrades may once more enlist
Perhaps in Gods army our missing will gather;
UiaknoUn spiU be knoton when they answer their
names-
Not one be unseen by the All-seeing Father,
Though sleeping in woodland, on mountain and
plains.
And oh what an army of heroes will muster
When Gabe sounds his trumpet and calls to re-
view,
And near to the throne in s. hallowed luster,
viii stand one Grand Army-the Gray and the
Blue.
Perhaps the great Chieftains will have a Reunion,
And oh what a campfire the angels will see
Grant Jackson and Sherman, Hancock and Cor
don,
Buckner and Johnson and Logan and Lee.
Perhaps each will tell of the hearts honest prompt
That bid them take arms ON the side he thought
right,
And the Great Chief Of all will make plain why he
willed it,
Why comrades and brothers each other should
fight.
Perhaps He will point to the emblem Of freedom.
As out DER the dome her broad stripes are un-
fured,
And say to those chieftains those battle-scarred
heroes,
Your work made that flag to enlighten the world
And you. beloved Goddess, will gather with others.
| To meet them and greet them. If can be there,
1 shall ask God to let me be Aid to dear mothers
| Who gave their brave sons to our country fair.
| And, Kate If the Lord will detail me to find It,
Your crown will be brighter than any know;
With sunshine in front, and the starlight behind IT,
I'm sure it will light up this world here below.
*Paul Van Dervoort, Past Commanders in Chief
GEN. SHERMAN ENTERING SOUTH
CAROLINA.
| [Cincinnati Gazetiel
Just as the orient beams of day
| Above the hills appear,
| My steed rein and point the way,
| While loudly rings the cheer.
The bugle sounds the lively CALL
| The drum the reveille;
Into the ranks the horsemen fall,
| Now comes the infantry.
Accused State where treason breeds,
| Shall we forbear to spoil?
| Shall not my men boast other deeds
| Than soldiers common toll?
| The gods require O sacrifice
| An Offering in their name
| Your cities curling smoke shall rise
| Above the melting flame.
| Your garner'd stores shall feed my men.
| Your dwellings light the hill;
| Your barren fields be turned again
| For beasts to roam at viii.
Your SONS and daughters driven fsr,
| TO mix with other race,
Shall mourn effects of cruel war
| While others fill the place.
Your lash no longer here the currs
| OF God On US to bring;
Nor you to breed treason, worse,
| BY fostering such IA thing.
When gentle zephyrs pass your fields
| silence shall attend;
Nor fruits which careful tiaRe yields
Shall grateful fragrance lend.
The night wind roars amidst your pines,
The wild VOLTS dismal howl,
When fire-fy's light is all that shines
To cheer the hooting owl.
The crickets chirp, the song Of frogs
Shall list ming strangers hear;
And "will-O'-the- -wisps" that rise from boRs.
Like ghosts, shall rouse their fear.
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