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“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.
Our little darling by my bed;
And one on Baby's head.”
His voice was hushed-short grew his breath,
The glazing eyes closed slowly o'er, The bloodless lips were kissed by Death
They'll speak of love no more. 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; Where, like hail, the fiery meteors
Carry death, as on they fly. Far from home's dear shelter speeding
They its joy were wont to beGod of Battles, safely guide them! "We will trust our boys to Thee !"
Few the years that each had numbered,
When they heard their country's callWhen they left the sheltering fireside
Home and kindred-left them all.
Must it always vacant be ?
We will trust our boys to Thee!”
May they, in the hour of danger,
Say the prayer a mother taught ; May the lessons of their childhood
With rich blessings now be fraught;
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,
When the battle shall be won, May we fondly, proudly greet them,
Saying—“Well and bravely done !"
Suddenly to breast the tide-
Sheltered safe at Thy dear side-
Ready for the Captain's word,
Be forever with the Lord !
As Thou wilt, so let it be ! 'Midst the battle shouldst Thou call them, “ We will trust our boys to Thee!”
And when life's last hour shall find us
Drifting out upon the tide,
Knowing Thou art close beside.
When we gain the shining shore-side
And the glist'ning portals see, May they be the first to greet us
Those dear boys we trust to Thee!
A General Invitation.
COME! leave the noisy LONGSTREET,
Fly to the FIELDS with me;
And skip along the LEE!
Along the STONEWALL still;
That grow on A. P. HILL.
A gloomy ARCHWAY form,
That never caught the worm!
And WHEAT lies on the plains,
Fall in the blasting RAINS! (xil)