The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1898-05-22
NORTH AND SOUTH.

NVN1 - sASD SOCAHs
The sounds Of war had C ceased ae n On hin
And sadly through the dim uncertain
light,
The cool air swept the crushed and
tfampled grain.
The pa;s moon drifted slowly DER the
Which frinsed the summit o. the battle
And changed to softness all the hardened
That death had made on faces cold and
still.
But two were kft who at the break OF day
With all had seen the glistening morn
One IN the South had donned a suit Of
The other wore the Northern's honored
blue.
Here: face to face. they sat among the
Each one had answered at his country's
No fis.esness .hone IN their eyes now. for
Had crept into their depths and changed
At length one spoke. drawing aside his
And pointing to his wound. deadly one.
'The life blood slowly oozing from nay
Bears wines. that your last work was
well done"
mot better than was yours" the other
And from his faded coat of well worn
He drew his hand. all deeply marked with
And showed his right side partly torn
away.
Perhaps" said one, his voice grown
strange with pain.
when this last war is DER there may
One who viii sadly watch for you in vain.
And win be sorry when you do not
YES" said the man. when daily work
way up among New Hampshires
A mother watches with her little one.
Oh God, have pity on my wife and
child.'
And closer to this man the other drew
Way down 'mong Georgia's cotton
fields so white
Oh God! look down and pity them to-
night"
No North or South came up between them
Strange sympathy into each heart had
crept;
Thinking OF those they would never see
These great bronzed men like little
children wept
The Northerner went on. "she used to
wait,
My little girl with gentle eyes of blue.
Meath the great plum tree which hung
To Weleoms me when daily toll was
through.
THE golden sunshine nestled in her hair,
And saucy laughter danced in her bright
eyes.
OFT came the thought to me. that child
Was not OF earth, but more Of Paradise.
'.Dav after day my little one viii stand
Looking for me across the mountain
Shading her eyes with her small baby
That /. alas! may never touch again."
and in the South" the other stopped to
Each evening when the sun was going
She watched for me. of all I priced most
dear.
Ny, little girl with eyes and hair of
at seem TO ses her face 30 wondrous
Framed hv the roses that climbed DER
the wall.
And hear her shout OF Joy. when at her
feet
The petals stirred by the soft breeze,
would fall.
and when at last she heard the horses
She peeped on. from her fowery hiding
Then quickly Ger the wide. veranda sped
To meet me, with the love light on her
face
I'VE have fought here like men together.
We know that we have not much time
TO live.
The death sweat Is already on each brow
Ere we NEE. God let Us. each one, for
give
The harm we've done The other tried
A n1urrlur only from his white lips fell.
And stretching forth his hand so sadly
weak.
His glazed eyes said what tongue re-
| fused 10 tell.
when the bright sun showed her first
s'reaks OF gold
The foes were lying dead. hand elasped
Each cam, cold face 10 all a story told.
The old, old tale. net hard to under
stand.
And the little girls who waited far away.
one in the South among the fields OF
corn.
| And one way up IN Hampshire's noun
tatns gray.
Were fatheriess On that bright summer
morn.
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