The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1888-11-24

Ny eve. NIN hAAti Win e4AAAM NuA1
My heart is sadly stirred
For the same sounds are In mine ears
That In those DAYS heard
(wordsWOrth's Antiqnsry
Where are you tonight, my old blanket ehumi
Are You joyous or merry OF grum,
In the moonlight shade
In thought have you strayed
To the days which can ne'er again come!
Ia the world now 10 you so severe
That Its duties and harsh trials scar
So kindly heart,
And not let 1t start
At names Of bold comrades once dear!
10 mind do you 'er call them back,
Far over Old Times checkered track,
And live with them o'er
The brave days Of yore,
When we frolie and fun did not laekY
Ave, think of the charge and the cheer.
And all wild troopers career
OF the battle and bali
OF the pleasure and gall
That he tastes In his life without fear.
Recall the glib joke and the song
That lightened the marches so lOngi
And 4" fair ladye's" smiles,
when we struggled some miles,
And thought that we did nothing wrong,
They were the queens, my old boy.
Then, that did garnish each JOY
And gave heart 10 light
For freedom and Right,
Which never defeat could destroy
And mind'st thou the jolly "stag danee"-
How in spur'd boots we would prance
To rafting tones
FROM banjo and bones,
when pickets aud scouts gave the chance.
Rememb rest the ''long Georgia rain,"
when Hill, with merry refrain.
Brought US the Peach
And Honey" for each.
Which we smiled at again and again9
There's Willie, our Captain so dear,
A SO 'dier sans taehe ct sans peur.
Whose confident smile,
When battle ragged wild,
We always would greetwltn q cheer.
And ''Johnny our Uncle" the wise,
Who swore that we told only lies,
Yet from his war-bag
Gave sure TO the wag
when off he would feign TO despise.
How vic, Joe and IIal-aye, and all.
Often have made grannIes bawl
For hens nlehed away
Yea, even by day,
And, having them, laughed at the squah.
Then Charley, our sergent benign,
Who Oft tried TO coax us In line.
While he madly swore
He'd never seen before
Such traitors to discipline line.
BAT many are gone, now-alasl
How braveiy to death did they pass
From country and life.
| And 3oldierly strife,
To sleep meath the unhowered grass
Twas Guigniard, the lion so bold,
| Well worthy OF knlghthood OF old,
| whose sudden death met,
| TN every heart set
A sorrow too deep to be told
And Nat, the beloved and the gay.
TO whom every fight was play
lie too did fall
And left Us apall,
That meier can be rifted away.
Then Grayson, and Bowen and John,
And modest but true Ranington,
All have gone down,
Yet each wears q crown
As brilliant rs ever has shown.
And Mofratt, with numborless more.
Has pissed to thu slumbering shore.
There let them stay,
| TIL the great final day,
when little they'll have to dcplore
They're gone now-the gentle and brave.
May Heaven their noble souls save
We'll still give them tears
Thro' long coming years.
For each fills PATRIOTS grave.
Those living are now widely scattered,
Like grain from the sheaf when itsshattered
O'er the loved land,
Once mighty and grand.
But now In bnse msnacles fettered.
My old boy, those times are now Ger,
| We're passing to days that are hoar
| With fr0stnesa OF age
And must become sage,
TO suit the dull saplcnt hour.
No more In the wildwood we camp.
Nor under 81, Andrews cross tramp
We're citizens now.
| Aud we follow the plOw,
And the bit OF hates slavery champ
The saber Ia swappcd for the hoe,
| No longer to battle we go
| But delye we away
| In ignoble clay,
Thst hunger we never may know
Yet long a. this life does me last,
| To you shall ever hold fast.
| My blanket chum dear,
Wen each other cheer.
And our hands shall In friendship be clssp'c
FAI.