"And a many time when raged the fight I've seemed to see her through the smoke, With smiles that shone in tearful light, Bless every valiant stroke. I'm hurt and tired now-so place One hand, my own, to your embrace, His voice was hushed-short grew his breath, One clammy hand I held in mine And o'er it breathed my fervent prayerBeneath the other seemed to shine His Baby's golden hair. The Mother's Trust. FAR away are our beloved, Where resounds the battle-cry; Far from home's dear shelter speeding— Few the years that each had numbered, May they, in the hour of danger, May they never turn, or falter, From the path that leads to TheeVery precious! in Thy keeping, Father, let our children be! When the strife shall all be ended, May we fondly, proudly greet them, Sheltered safe at Thy dear side- 'Midst the battle shouldst Thou call them, 66 We will trust our boys to Thee!" And when life's last hour shall find us Drifting out upon the tide, We will breast the chilling waters, Knowing Thou art close beside. When we gain the shining shore-side Those dear boys we trust to Thee! A General Invitation. COME! leave the noisy LONGStreet, There EWELL find the flowers that be And pluck the buds of flowering pea Across the RHODES, the FORREST boughs And braid a GARLAND, ere the leaves |