. Bugle-echoes; a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern; . pon the evening rang— There reigned a holy quiet. 184 BUGLE-ECHOES: The sad, slow stream, its noiseless floodPoured oer the glistening pebbles ; All silent now the Yankees stood,All silent stood the Rebels. No unresponsive soul had heardThat plaintive notes appealing, So deeply Home, Sweet Home had stirredThe hidden founts of feeling. Or Blue, or Gray, the soldier sees, As by the wand of fairy,The cottage neath the live oak trees, The cabin by the prairie. Or cold, or warm, his native skies Bend in their beau
. Bugle-echoes; a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern; . pon the evening rang— There reigned a holy quiet. 184 BUGLE-ECHOES: The sad, slow stream, its noiseless floodPoured oer the glistening pebbles ; All silent now the Yankees stood,All silent stood the Rebels. No unresponsive soul had heardThat plaintive notes appealing, So deeply Home, Sweet Home had stirredThe hidden founts of feeling. Or Blue, or Gray, the soldier sees, As by the wand of fairy,The cottage neath the live oak trees, The cabin by the prairie. Or cold, or warm, his native skies Bend in their beauty oer him ;Seen through the tear-mist in his eyes, His loved ones stand before him. As fades the iris after rain In Aprils tearful weather,The vision vanished as the strain And daylight died together. But Memory, waked by Musics art, Expressed in simple numbers,Subdued the sternest Yankees heart, Made light the Rebels slumbers. And fair the form of Music shines—That bright celestial creature— Who still mid Wars embattled linesGave this one touch of Nature. John R. U. S. SANITARY COMMISSION WORK. (See ftage 185 — How are jt>u, Sanitary ? ) POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR. 185 HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY ? {The U. S. Sanitary Commission was a benevolent or-ganization, supported by contributions from tke NorthernStates, which did most efficient work for the soldiers infield and hospital, sending its trained nurses and suppliesof medicines and food wherever there was sickness or suf-fering.] Down the picket-guarded laneRolled the comfort-laden wain,Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry:Phrases such as camps may teach,Sabre-cuts of Saxon speech,Such as Bully ! Thems the peach I Wade in, Sanitary ! Right and left the caissons drewAs the car went lumbering through,Quick succeeding in review Squadrons military;Sunburnt men with beards like frieze,Smooth-faced boys, and cries like these : U. S. San. Com. Thats the cheese f Pass in, Sanitary ! In such che
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