The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1886-04-04
GEORGE R. SIMS'S POEMS.
BALLADS ny THE AUTHOR or "osrLER Joh."


Selected from "The Dagouet Ballads" by George
II. Sms.l
IN THE suIPKA PASS.
Yes, II is over, the vlctory's won,
| The smoke is beginning to roll away;
Just for a little the nghtlng's done,
Still is the field OF the fearful fray.
| Draped on the arm with the badge OF red,
over the fields the searchers 60,
Seeking the wounded among the dead,
And waving their lanterns to and fro.
A falr-faced woman Is with the band
| Holest hers OF a woman's worksl
"Sisier Louise Of the Gentle Haud,n
SO she is called by the wounded Turks;
And never such beautiful eyes, wcen,
Lighted soldiers path to God,
And never a fairer dame was seen
Kneeling by death on the bood.stained sod.
English? Oh, yesl they can tell you that.
And wcdded-she wears the emblem ring;
| widow they guess, when the soldiers chat
That is the most your questions bring;
| Butthe weight Of an awful grief che bears
Hidden away in her hcavlng breast,
And ever the look on her face she wears
| OF the soul that is weary and pines for rest
But here in the shpka Pass tonight,
Dropping behind in the surgeons train,
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Down through the rows Of the CORY slain
Shutting the lids Of the staring eyes,
Stretching the limbs for their last repose,
Catching the whispered word that lies
| on the lips that the thrills OF death unclose.
| uoro ,,r,a ,,o ,vra,, a, n ,,o,.ora hr.vo.
Shattered and sho, in hopclesa cause.
White and wan In the moonlight waves,
Der heap Of slain see the sister pause
| Pause for n moment. and reel aWay.
Smitten as II by sabre stroke,
For there at her feet two wounded lay,
| Their faces black with the battle smoke.
| She bas oazeJ ON death in n hundred sbapes
And tho horrible wounds of tho modern strife.
But now from her lips cry escapes
As she bends her ear for the sounds ofllfe.
They live! they breathe--yet she turns to ny,
Ana her race Is hot with great white heat,
For there together these wounded lie,
| Two loves betrayed, at her craven feet
| Husband and ,ovar, n coa ahove,
| n marcy ,bere he for tho vvor., n, ain.
Grant that her prayer 10 the throne Of love
Some balm for her horrible anguish wins!
Husband and lover! and side by side,
With their life-blood flowing, mingled stream.
What wonder the shivering woman cried
awake me, o God! ills CHASTITY dream
",T,s n ,ream-a dream n, tho ,ono 400
lam cav night in tho o,dav wh,r,.
And Raymond he follows me to and fro
With his ceaseless chldlng OF Foolish glrl'
He Is Jealous, this oury lord OF mine,
jealous OF rattlepate handsome Guy;
am sure we are careful to draw the line,
But like to tease him Il know not why.
..ris n dream-a dream: have left his home
He struck me. wounded nv woman,s nr,de.
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And the tale OF our flight Is far and Wide.
Guy hears from home; he has trusty friends,
Who give US the news OF my husbands guest;
| In a letter to-day one tidings sends,
MY shame Is safe In my husbands breast
| ,,I hate him now, Had be aorcbt the,ow
The, law wou,d at least have set mo free
What was 1t stayed his hand9 He sa,o
That Guy might hare 0fpen his name TO me.
A fig for such love as his, I say,
1t wasn't thing to be named with Guys;
| For me he has flung the world away,
And am the world In his noble eyes.
.ur,s n DRAM, dreom Mailman or,ch,.
He has to,a nv neop,o ,twas HI. tho blame.
And now he Is going abroad to fight,
With tears in his eyes he shields my fame!
Raymond my husband! God, was mad,
Ever to torture heart 80 true!
He Is my husband-O that he had
Never q cause my love to rue!
81 bove ,orts, ,orovor ,rom n,v h, ,.,.
Never AGAIN w,,, ,o,, IN h,s ,o...
From the haunts of men will wander away,
Hiding forever my souls disgrace.
The glorious East is ablaze with war;
In mission of mercy may guilt atone
| am Sister Louise, of the Ambulance Corps,
l am here with the dead tonight, alone.
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