Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-12-29

While pain at parting with soldier true
Throbs In the dirge that bears tho dead along,
And May returns to breathe proud adieu
In smiling flowers and sorrows sweetest
song,
'Tis sadder to recall his gay good-by
When life was sweet, and laughter lit the eye:
Good-by, old boy, good-byl
Since Time, grown heeter for our heroes ALL
Still claims the years foregone, with what
they gave
Deaths battlc-dreams and Glory's trumpet
call,
Seldom unwclcome to the crippled brave
While hurrying on they halt to sigh farewell,
AS oft in battle when comrade fell:
Farewell, brave boy, farewelli
While Time Is hurrying all our soldiers so,
Their friends, the people, breathe passing
sigh
At the quicll-step with which they gayly go;
They say good day, and think u sad good-by,
Or say farewell, nor dream that death is nigh;
But all their greetings meet brave reply:
Good-by. old friend, good-by!
Then morrily roll the drum and shrill the afe;
Obey with old-time step the bugle's blast,
That what you won in wars ensanguined strife
May make the future worthy Of the past
But whilc YOU march to make q gala day,
Your feeble footsteps echoes seem to say:
Good-by to our good dayl
The feasts Of heroes when their heads are gray,
Are but "farewells," and while their banquet
board
Bears richer garlands than the flowers of May
That for the brave the sweetest balm afford
Their faint-remembered fragrance breathes
good-by
Tho laughter lords the lip and mlrth runs highl
Good-by, old boy, good-byi
The tecting campares brightest blaze but
brings
The camp bcyend moro vividly TO view;
The merriess song the veteran soldier sings
Recalls the death OF some brave boy in blue,
Who sang the same gay song, nor thought to
die,
but wrote. before the fight, with fearful eye:
Good-by, sweetheart, good-byl
FIR ON the canteen DER which you often
laughed,
The price OF life some one of you outpoured,
Nigh to tho dregs. in waters precious draught,
For dying foe who proiered you his sword
Conquered by love, whom death could not SUBJ
due,
When both to life and love had sighed udieu:
Adicu. sweet home, adieul
Heroes, who bore, without ono finchng word
Wars missile lodged meath vGlor's ruddier
veins,
The blood-l,Issed badge of battle death de-
ferred
For many years, have smiled in mortal pains
And deathbed dreams that woke the battle
cry,
And gave again their colors TO the sky.
Good-by, my braves, good-byi
And some upon tho silent sea set sail
In ships that shellcd your foes in days OF yore
Our gallant tarsl God grant gentle gale,
happy Land, a-hoyl" and heavenly shorel
Our sailors bravcl who taught men how to die,
When shipS 60 down or victory's pennants fly
Good-by, brave tars, good-by.
One veteran cannot live another day.
One last good night, or one more brave good
morning;
And some are wishing TO be called away,
And some are called without one word Of
warning
And II there be no kindred nesting nigh,
Nor comrado near, with overfiowng eye,
The Flag will weep good-by.
Your farewells now are fonder cen than when
You raised "Old Glory from her battle
throne
Till Loves bright star in all its beauty shone
Amid her stars, that dared not bid adieu
10 Freedoms field of fair and fadeless blue
No. not u last adieu
From Lees farewell to Grant, with eyelids
dim,
Tho song of peace o glorious keynote caught,
More beautiful to hear than battle hymn.
And all tho tunes that warlike triumph
taught;
And so across tho fields OF death there fell.
Between the Blue and Gray. kind farewell;
Ponder to-day-"Farewell"
Thank God that for the flag there's no farewell;
That Freedoms fields with Mayfowers aye
shall bloom
"old Glory" breathing there her peaceful
spoil,
Shall ne'er forsake her heroes hallowed
tomb
But bend with swelling pride to kiss adieu
To the last soldier to the Union true:
Adieu, brave boy, adieul
Our noble regiments are thinning fast.
Then let their remnants come to one camp
fire:
The brotherhood OF battle shall outlast
Its ashes cold; and as its sparks expire
And cast your shadows as In wartimes blaze,
With other shadows cast by death cold rays
Fnrewells OF other days.
Co forth the fate OF war again to try,
The flight of life whate eer the morrow bring
And do your duty as in days gone by,
When farcwells few the breaking hearts to
sting
Go forth again, and II It be to die,
God grant ut last peaceful, sweet good-byi
Good-by, dear boy, good-by
I'D M Jones, in National Tribune.
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