The Colorado statesman., 1910-05-28

| And phantom feet go down tne
street.-The same old war
riors bold;
Iii At Lincoln's call they swell
OAA fight;
l see the shades march thro' the glades-
for country. God and right
From caves and sill. DER vale and hill
the Stars and Stripes a-wave.
To fife and drum the legions come, the
loyal and the brave.
/ see her there upon the stair-oh, mother
heart no true
With tear-dmmed eye, and sweet good
by. when Daddy donned the bluel
IVES, Daddy donned the blue, my lads.
but hearts were sad that day.
For little Jim-it was his whim-had
gone to don the gray.
Dad called him Baby brother'-his we're
but IS years.
"Alas. alack go bring him back" they
said twixt sighs and tears.
My heart IL hears down thro' the years,
the echoes signing there,
When mother-heart poured out its grief.
and hands wrung in despair.
But still we sang. till hill tops rang with
echoes thro' and thro.
"Hurrah. boys. for the Union for
Daddy's donned the bluel
ttrRAMP. tramp. the boys are march,
ing we Sing 1t with vim.
The train is pulling out. my lads
sing 1t for the love of him!
Way down the track, the song came
back, and echoes family play.
The Girl I Left Behind Me-" till at last
they die away
The regiments, the fields OF tents, down
by Potomac's shore;
The silent camp. the sentry's tramp. and
home, dear homes no more.
They're gone. they're gone, the battles $
on, but young hearts never knew
The mothers part, the aching heart. when
Daddy donned the blue!
4 SEE today, thro' mists of gray, my old
grandmother there.
The lamp is dim, she thinks of him.
and then the poignant prayer,
20. God of Battles. keep them both. Thou
knowest which is right;
Thine arm their screen-oh, let them lean
upon thy love tonight:
My boy in blue. oh, keep him true: my
boy in gray protect.
And II they meet. in battles heat, Lord.
each aim defect"
The days have rolled into the year, and
years seem but a day.
Since Daddy donned the blue, my lads.
and Baby Jim the grayl
A NTIETAM sings her harvest song. her
n harvest song of death,
The iron hail rings on the mail-"a
bullet for a BREATH"
Poor Baby Jim. the feet of him stand
shoeless on the line.
With courage there. born of despair-lilte
something half divine;
Face powder stained, while bullets rained
defiant there he stood.
To load and fire at each command and
win or die for Hood.
All, Baby Jim, mothers prayer must
needs go up for you,
II wrong or right-it is her plight-"God
bless the gray and blue!"
THE boy in blue-whlle carnage grew
with Hooker stood all day.
Until the stars looked down upon ten
thousand swept away.
The night was still. DER vale and hill. An
tetam mourned her dead:
No sound was heard, save coo of bird,
and silent sentry's tread.
The boy in blue-ah. we'll he know, that
Jim was ever there:
But what of him? Nights sable rim
closed round him in despair:
With heart of Steel for woe or weal-he
sees the bayonets shine
With quick advance. leap like a lance. he
skins the picket linel
VIZ HAT strange intent! Presentiment7
wv He seeks among the dead;
He feels a touch, a clammy clutch,
then lifts his brothers head.
This message bear. to mother there"
said Jim, IT am to blame,
But she'll forgive, II she shall live-my
last breath Is her name'
20. Jim, that I had died instead" cried
out the boy in blue,
"IIer heart bled when you ran away. and
now twill break for you"
The gen'ral passed. but held him fast:
said he-"A spy. I guess,
When I am thro' with TIL life o. you.
there'll be one Yankee less"
<HrA AY. general, this is little Jim, my
IN mothers baby Jim.
~ promised her swore It. sir. that
I'd be true to him;
Then when I've covered him with earth.
and said my last good-by,
Just tell her this-'twon't be amiss-'for
Baby Jim die -
The general spoke, with husky throat,
and eyes a little blurred:
You'd better take the news yourself
my boy you've kept your word.