. 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 . clothes all courage their voices checked ; And something the wildest could understand Spake in the old mans strong right hand. And his corded throat, and the lurking frown Of his eyebrows under his old bell-crown ; Until, as they gazed, there crept an awe Through the ranks in whispers, and some men saw. In the antique vestments and long white hair. The Past of the Nation in battle there ; And some of the soldiers since decla
. 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 . clothes all courage their voices checked ; And something the wildest could understand Spake in the old mans strong right hand. And his corded throat, and the lurking frown Of his eyebrows under his old bell-crown ; Until, as they gazed, there crept an awe Through the ranks in whispers, and some men saw. In the antique vestments and long white hair. The Past of the Nation in battle there ; And some of the soldiers since declare That the gleam of his old white hat afar. Like the crested plume of the brave Navarre, That day was their oriflamme of war. 5obn JBurns of (Sctt^sbuvg 155 Thus raged the battle. You know the rest ; How the rebels, beaten, and backward pressed, Broke at the final charge and ran. At which John Bumsâa practical manâ Shouldered his rifle, unbent his brows. And then went back to his bees and cows. That is the story of old John Burns ; This is the moral the reader learns : In fighting the battle, the question s whether You 11 show a hat that s white, or a WOMANS WAR MISSION. FOLD away all your bright-tinted dresses,Turn the key on your jewels to-day,And the wealth of your tendril-like tresses Braid back, in a serious way :No more delicate gloves, no more laces, No more trifling in boudoir and bower;But come with your souls in your facesâTo meet the stern needs of the hour ! Look around ! By the torchlight unsteady, The dead and the dying seem ! paling and trembling already, Before your dear mission s begun ?These wounds are more precious than ghastly Fame presses her lips to each scar,As she chants of a glory which vastly Transcends all the horrors of war. Pause here by this bedsideâhow mellowThe light showers down on that brow ! Such a brave, brawny visage !âPoor fellow !Some homestead is missing him Moman^s Mar /Ifcission 157 Some wife shades her e
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