Children's Second Book of Patriotic Stories: The Spirit of '61

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Asa Don Dickinson, Helen Winslow Dickinson Dickinson
Doubleday, Page & Company, 1918 - 372 pages
 

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Page 60 - Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde. On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched over the mountain wall, Over the mountains, winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town, Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind ; the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 321 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Page 322 - And wider still those billows of war Thundered along the horizon's bar; And louder yet into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled, Making the blood of the listener cold, As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray, With Sheridan twenty miles away.
Page 69 - WE ARE coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore; We leave our ploughs and workshops, our wives and children dear, With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear; We dare not look behind us, but steadfastly before: We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more!
Page 85 - Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song — Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along — Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia. " Hurrah ! Hurrah ! we bring the jubilee ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! the flag that makes you free ! " So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
Page 277 - the stranger said; Said the farmer, " Say no more, But rest thee here at my cottage porch, For thy feet are weary and sore." " I was with Grant — " the stranger said ; Said the farmer, " Nay, no more, — I prithee sit at my frugal board, And eat of my humble store. " How fares my boy, — my soldier boy, Of the old Ninth Army Corps ? 10 I warrant he bore him gallantly In the smoke and the battle's roar ! "
Page 101 - The President then turned to the girl and said: "Go home, my child, and tell that father of yours, who could approve his country's sentence, even when it took the life of a child like that, that Abraham Lincoln thinks the life far too precious to be lost. Go back, or — wait until tomorrow ; Bennie will need a change after he has so bravely faced death; he shall go with you.
Page 62 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 34 - quiltings" long ago. Close at his elbows all that day, Veterans of the Peninsula, Sunburnt and bearded, charged away; And striplings, downy of lip and chin, — Clerks that the Home Guard mustered in, — Glanced, as they passed, at the hat he wore, Then at the rifle his right hand bore ; And hailed him, from out their youthful lore, With scraps of a slangy repertoire,: " How are you, White Hat ! " " Put her through ! ' "Your head's level," and "Bully for you!
Page 31 - HAVE you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?— No? Ah, well: Brief is the glory that hero earns, Briefer the story of poor John Burns: He was the fellow who won renown, — The only man who didn't back down When the rebels rode through his native town; But held his own in the fight next day, When all his townsfolk ran away.

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