Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1893-05-12

A trasfer'. heart cant sndsfstAa'
Il Will rs you IA
He's mach = a<-ahs { foyai hearts
r. - thas Gag On high.
r~iiin'. in majesty "a power.
aarioH's strength n pride
Tasf krpd. 1t srayin' proad soove
Ia rusb o. treason's tide.
There comes again, back rhrouxh til years.
A HAnfy fxre NJ true.
That 10 X. at a-. through nsm'ry's tears,
io eyes o iaugsiap' blue,
~ lime rolls ba k--my boy again
Make. fnasie Is m home,
Nh.xr kees his saa Ole mara "a IA,
Hes' lived oar life alone
Up from m former pastar lot.
Afoag o ole dog Bovs~,
h. NJ bis nssrrf stonts again
A dYt, in home tn COWS.
COTS ways are best. sha'n't deny.
N yet IL Il rot yasn
For B~, n me Z long "a day
Well see our boy again.
We two Kin usyer i6se y sight
fssE s~f,i g;s,otsy day,
W hot feoE ta' stat oR sampler fost
fhe Il n was lis.slest axuy.
Nhen Treason raised triumphant shouts
" ioudly faigffpI IL Gle.
r. see M in.uii heaf.e,i spsn
tn ensign o III free.
81 tiien, s'om tiai m loyal North
wa h.4aFn tn driIni's loud beat
y everywhere twas answered by
Tn tread o. nstrehIn' feet;
n from m loyal hearts amoye
fh-rs bufst a mighty soy
''we'r. coHsit father Abraham
A hundred iaoisaa' strong
Ny boy v,at too, his heart afame
Benz ath III Hag Z bs,
A touchin' shoulders with a. boys
Who fought { make II free.
" IN our silent hafae faii Off,
We prayed me m bis marin.
THAI tod wonid g,td. his feet Alright
" shieid our boy from harlI.
see him 'es n. marched away,
Mid hnes o sbinin blue.
From meath uie 'iiory's wayin' foids
A backward glance b. threw,
Where Bet n me with streaun' eyes,
y hands n clnspn' tight
Stood meath tn mornin's golden skies
N watched I'M ont o sight.
Back from III front his letters came,
They told o brave hearts TRUE
That bore aloft tn proud Ole nag
In march N battle too,
They told o contests brasely fought
Against m nation. foes
tbs pain ti-n from each page
An exhRlation rose.
Then came those days at Gettysburg,
80 red with battles spoil,
Whore l. rned tn tide o treason back
from OF our loyal soil,
Where. rs tn battle warmer grew
Tn X. bel forces reel
Back from tn so!Id lines OF blue
Hedged in with gieamin' steel.
N when tn evenin shadows threw
Their friendly veil o. gloom,
Upon tn red stained cattle field,
With bloody cJrses strewn,
They covered one whose merry voice
30 hearty, loud m clear,
Down In III cid back pastur lot
never more should hear.
No more would come his merry shouts.
Is long o. ole dog BOwse
He foiiered up tn woodland path
drivin home tn c rvs.
Amid tn the nameless dead he sleeps,
Nv martyr boy 50 brave,
Whose young blood stained In crimson Hood
Tn flag he died = save.
Gods ways are Just don't complain,
Yet Oft sadly sigh
+ think how very much 1t cost
T. keep that flag on high;
Above n free united land,
III greatest in tn world
Louv may II wave its starry folds
tnfettered n unfurled.
N can IL be u trailer heart
Who wished that flag Z die
Hes dared, in shame. q pull IL from
Its proper place on high
All, sad til. day when treason treads
IN halls % power again.
N towards strive { make IA b'liev-
That heroes died in vain.
| Put back ole Glory where it b'Iongs
Against that tropic sky.
-ymbol o. strength n hope n peace
| nchalienged let 1t fly.
Euti free from faint o traifer's breath,
! I 'n,ouched by coward hand.
May il proclaim fell discord's death
Throughout that sunny land.
Ben BURTON