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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.
I'm hurt and tired now-so place
Our little darling by my bed;
His voice was hushed-short grew his breath,
The bloodless lips were kissed by Death-
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,
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. Vacant is each place, and lonely
Must it always vacant be? Thou-who seest a sparrow falling, "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 Thee-
When the strife shall all be ended,
Saying "Well and bravely done!"
Sheltered safe at Thy dear side-
Father, our weak hearts are failing:
'Midst the battle shouldst Thou call them, "We will trust our boys to Thee!"
And when life's last hour shall find us
We will breast the chilling waters,
When we gain the shining shore-side
A General Invitation.
COME! leave the noisy LONGSTREET,
And skip along the LEE!
There EWELL find the flowers that be
Along the STONEWALL still;
And pluck the buds of flowering pea
Across the RHODES, the FORREST boughs
Where sadly pipes that EARLY bird