Gilpin observer. (Central City, Colo.) 1897-1921, 1910-05-26

tight;
see the shades march thro the giades-
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 starch, mother
heart SO true
With tear-dimmed eye, and sweet good
by. when Daddy donned the blue!
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 were
but 10 years.,
'Alas, alack go bring him back" they
said twixt signs and tears.
My heart 1t 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 blue!
<fTRAMP. tramp, the boys are march
ing we sing it with a 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 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!
SEE today. thro' mists of gray. my old
grandmother there,
The lamp is dim, she thinks of him.
and then the poignant prayer.
%, 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 day,
Since Daddy donned the blue, my lads.
and Baby Jim the grayl
A NT1ETAM sings her harvest song. her
IA harvest song of death.
The iron hail rings on the malta
bullet for a breath:'
Poor Baby Jim. the feet of him stand
shoeless on the line.
With courage there. born of despair-like
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. a mothers prayer must
needs go up for you,
If wrong or right-it is her plight-"God
bless the gray and blue!'
THE boy In blue-while 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
tietam mourned her dead;
No sound was heard save coo of bird.
and silent sentry's tread.
The boy In blue-ah. well he knew. 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 line!
w HAT strange intent! Presentiment?
w 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. If she shall live-my
last breath is her name"
20. jim that I had died instead" cried
out the boy in blue,
Her 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 / am thro' with TIL life O. YOU
therell be one Yankee less"
<AY AY, general. this is little Jim, my
mothers baby Jim.
I 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.