The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1900-11-25

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Tne story is told of their patient enduring.
Of their gallant devotion to the cause OF
their country,
In field and in camp. IN pam anu pr
walton;
OF gladness and joy when they read OF
their safety,
And the lisl,t-hearted jest round the camp
fire burning.
Fcndly they talk, in the midst OF priva
ton,
OF sweethearts and wives and sisters ana
mothers,
And gray-haired sires who, with heavins
Pressed their young lips with sobbns de-
OF the waking at midnight, When the ousle
is calling
To saddle in the snow and sleet ana Inc
darkness.
And the weary night march wien the
enemy is raidins.
OF the dreary long march when the foot
sore and fainting,
THE weary long march with Pickett and
Jackson.
The long, long rides with Fitz. Lee and
Stuart:
The rush, the roar, the clangor OF hight
ing
When the foe overtaken, "unlimoers ms
cannon.
And the order comes down the iine' ara"
SABRE
Trot, sallop! charge! and the world IS on
With bursting she'll; and shrapnell is plow-
ing
The ranks of the brave.
The whirlwnd is on-On! On! they are
riding;
They sabre the gunners-they capture the
In pursuit of the foe the squadrons are
flying.
OF the weary hours of the moor they tell,
OF the lonely, long watch while the army
is sleeping,
When shadows seem forms of men IN the
darknzs,
And the stiffness of death, save his own
heart beating,
Rroods over the hills, and rests on the
valleys;
Come death: when the fighting is on, and
the charger
Weighs TO tie call of the bugle, and the
rider
Draws sabre that now in the sunlight, is
flashing.
When the earth meath the 1reau Oh ths
suuadrons is trembling.
when shriek;Hg SHELLS through the idhr7
are blowing,
,cme when the patriot fire is flaming,
N the eve of the soldier, urged on to
destroying.
The insolent foe, his country's invader,
70 dies in the music of thunderous battle,
The war shout, the din, and waving OF
banners;
i, dies in the moment of victorious on
set:
Forward. ne cries, as his soul exultant,
cans from the clay into regions immor-
1r it may be- in the hour of defeat he is
dying.
BUT the rallying cry of his comrades Is
sounding
To the lone vidette on the mountain side,
Or forest path, come not;
Vhs1l trees take forms OF men adVanc-
ing,
When boughs take shapes Oh "avertns
banners.
And nodding pine branch the plume OF
soldier;
When light on leaf the starlight Is
making,
Is the CLEAN OF blade in the hands of
a foeman-
When a bullet has sped on its way in
the dark.
And he is left, '.to moan out alone his
death rattle
The story is told of the soldiers long
waiting
For weeks or, it may be, months no It'd
ings
from his home or his dear ones-save
That the enemy is camping around them;
Horrors take hold OF his breast as he
ponders:
He knows no fear, leave granted he'll
find them,
And know what perils and trials surround
them.
BY devious paths and windinss in forest,
He passes the videttes, mid dangers a
thousand:
He reaches the window OF her room and
/, the shade of friendly box-wood-he
remembers
the hours in Loves young dream they
have passed.
Eden
Through the lattice he peers; emhers on
tina hearth
Are making dim light. and shadows are
hanging
On the wall Of the room. 1.-THE two he
sees
On the low trund1e bed. and Mary-may
Heaven defend her,
Her round, white arm on the bolster IS
laid,
The golden bands Of her hair have