The Newtown bee., 1909-07-16

sHpuu De The land of the brave and the horae ( the free. The camp fire old and the camp fir new,
 Of the boys at the old, at the new yer few.
 Those with us tonight and those ths
 are not, In each patriots heart will be neve forgot For those that stood by the camp fir old
 And listened to stories of home, ofte
 tod. And laid down their lives for countr ard lag, Their name stands on Liberty's lofties crag. Their bodies are mouldering now neat
 the snd, But their spirits have gone to a merci
 ful God. One night by the picket's camp fir Was talking talk ls;,, of home, the meadows And how a fond mother lad bid hin As he went to the<front. in Old Glory
 need; What great pleasure he'd have when h, opel ed the door, And clasred in his arms his dear moth CT Tnce more. He left us at twelve, went out to his post, And stood by swamp road Ctwas
 down by the coast) But a treacherous foe was in ambush
 close by, Bill only went forth to perish ard die We brought him in by the camp fire, He was gasping for breath, his pulse
 very slow, 4. As I folded my coat to place under his
 head, "Tell mother" he whispered, and poor
 Bill was dead. :. Next day the drum with it's soft muf- fled sound Beat Taps" as he laid in the cold
 swampy ground, And the flag that he loved was laid on
 his breast, While the moss-covered cypress marks
 where he rests. In a far distant home there's a fond
 mothar'S tears; As she thinks of her beN, how in al,
 future years Fe-,a.E With a heant filled with sorrow, an-
 euisn and pain, She will long for the boy that will ne'er
 come again. ...e And humbly sie bows to the will of her
 God, Yet ,weeps; for her boy sleeping under the sod. The camp fire old and the camp fire
 new: How the tales of the old, if you only The half of the trials; struggles and
 pain. That were born by tlle, boys in both
 sunshine and r2Gn. And the long weary march as we
 trampcd day by day. At last with the foe' a short distance
 away. That night by the camp fire with looks
 solemn and stem We talked of the morrew it's secrets to- Then we laid down to sleep, some.
 thinking of home Alas, where their footsteps never
 would roam.. The camp fire burns n9w, tie pale morn
 it is breaking, The boom of the. cannons the earth is
 a-shaking. We spring from oar blankets and form Away in the East the sun rises to
 shine. The pickets; come struggling ints the
 ranks, Willie down by the meadow near it's
 green, messy banks The skirmisll's rifles ring out their
 sharp crack. Th" camp fine is ont and never will
 burn Again for the boys that will never re- Q '.' turn. Forward the word, not one there would All ready to die for their country and
 flag. As the foe rushed toward us yelling his
 ire. Forth came the words, "halt, ready aim fire.' And the volleys belched forth like the
 strong heated breath Of the harvester, reaping the harvest
 of death, Ana before them the once proud and
 wild yelling foe Passed away like the dew before sun
 shines warm glow, And Liberty held her head prond and
 high For the boys that were Willing to dare
 and to die. Around the camp fire old as we stood
 that night With voices low we talked of the fight And spake of our comrades who per
 ished that Jay, That the Union should live and the old
 flag should stay And ever an emblem of liberty be tbn nf ha homo
 of the free. The camp fire new and the camp fire
 old, One we know now and one that is told And now at the new as we gather to-
 night Let us think of the old, as by its dim
 light The boys that are here and those meath
 the sod Gave all that they could to their coun-
 try an1 Cod. Let the mind wander back to the days
 of their youth, When they were ready to die for the
 old flag and truth. To the camp fire old let as low bow the
 lead, Try to keep back the tears as we num-
 her the daa,l, And remember our country, and that
 such boys as these Forever shall keep the o'G flg to the
 breeze