GONE TO THE WAR. BEFORE THE BATTLE OF DAVIS CREEK, MO. AUG. 10TH, '61. I LOOK no more with longing eyes, The days have no pleasure now for me, He gave a lock of his curling hair, Then marched away when the summons came, I see the flag now waving high; I hear in dreams the cannon's sound, The form of Charlie lying. My days are filled with anxious dread; My nights, they know no rest- His mother's eyes are growing dim Her darling pride and joy. O, Thou who ever reigns on high, CARRIE C. HALLOCK. THE WOUNDED SOLDIER. AT THE BATTLE OF GRAYTOWN, VA. I'm wounded, Effie, and they say "Twas in the thickest of the fight It seems to me like ages, yet Do you remember-oh! how well It all comes back to me !— When first I said I loved you, And told you we must part, For not e'en you could keep me, when E I knew you did not wish it, as You did not try to stay me then But trying to keep back the tears, You bade me trust in God, your God, But all my bright ambitious hopes The sunlight of to-morrow morn But there'll be one hand to strike The golden harps above. I have a mother in the skies; The little baby that she left So many years ago. I'm weary, Effie, and can not think : Let this your comfort be, Your love has been the brightest thing W. ONLY A FEW. THE ATTACK ON FREDRICKTOWN, MO. AUGUST 16TH, '61. HOW OFTEN we read in the news of the day And as onward we read the paragraph through, We find there were only a few soldiers killed. Yes, "only a few"-yet how little we think Of the desolate homes, bereft of their light- How lonely and dreary those few homes now are, Their noble and high aspirations hath fled. A few months ago filled with ardent desires, But, oh! who can console those poor mothers now, ANONYMOUS. THE LOYAL SLAIN. FIRST BATTLE AT CHARLESTOWN, MO., AS WAR's dread tones sound fierce and loud The grey and fitful rising cloud Where are the loyal slain?-those men Marshaled in Freedom's column, when Upon the turf, by shot and steel Spirit-robbed, lie these loyal dead; Yes, fondly search, and mark each grave With prouder flaunt and grander sheen, Our beauteous star gemmed ensign waves! WILLIAM J. M'CLURE |