. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . ointed upward, with a bright andbloodless glaive ; Thats the way, sir, to head-quarters.—What head-quarters? —Of the brave. But the great tower ?— That was builded of the greatdeeds of the brave. Then a sudden shame came oer me at his uniform oflight; At my own so old and tattered, and at his so new andbright; Ah! said he, you have forgotten the new uniform to-night,— Hurry back, for you must be here at just twelve oclockto-
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . ointed upward, with a bright andbloodless glaive ; Thats the way, sir, to head-quarters.—What head-quarters? —Of the brave. But the great tower ?— That was builded of the greatdeeds of the brave. Then a sudden shame came oer me at his uniform oflight; At my own so old and tattered, and at his so new andbright; Ah! said he, you have forgotten the new uniform to-night,— Hurry back, for you must be here at just twelve oclockto-night! And the next thing I remember, you were sitting there, and I—Doctor—did you hear a footstep ? Hark !—God bless you all! Good-bye !Doctor, please to give my musket aud my knapsack when I my son—my son that s coming,—he wont get here till I die ! ^be ©ID Serjeant 55 Tell him his old father blessed him as he never did before,—And to carry that old musket—Hark ! a knock is at the door !—Till the Union—See! it opens !— Father ! Father! Speak once more ! ^^ Bless you /—gasped the old gray Sergeant, and he lay and said no THE VARUNA. (Sunk April 24, 1862.) By george; h. boker. WHO has not heard of the dauntless Vaiuna ?Who has not heard of the deeds she has done ?Who shall not hear, while the brown MississippiRushes along from the snow to the sun ? Crippled and leaking she entered the battle, Sinking and burning she fought through the fray ; Crushed were her sides and the waves ran across her,Ere, like a death wounded lion at ba}^ Sternly she closed in the last fatal grapple,Then in her triumph moved grandly away. Five of the rebels, like satellites round in her orbit of splendor and fear ; One, like the pleiad of mystical story. Shot, terror-stricken, beyond her dread sphere. 56 ^be Daruna 57 We who are waiting with crowns for the victors,Though we should offer the wealth of our store, Ivoad the Variuia from deck down to
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