. An original collection of war poems and war songs of the American civil war, 1860-1865 . us down for freedoms sake, our brothersbones beside; Or from foul treasons savage grasp to wrenchthe murderous blade, And in the face of foreign foes its fragments toparade; Six hundred thousand loyal men and true havegone before: We are coming. Father Abraham, three hundredthousand more. We are coming. Father Abraham23 LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT £ .ead, kindly light, amid th encircling gloom, Lead thou me on;The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me thou my feet; I do not ask to seeThe dis
. An original collection of war poems and war songs of the American civil war, 1860-1865 . us down for freedoms sake, our brothersbones beside; Or from foul treasons savage grasp to wrenchthe murderous blade, And in the face of foreign foes its fragments toparade; Six hundred thousand loyal men and true havegone before: We are coming. Father Abraham, three hundredthousand more. We are coming. Father Abraham23 LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT £ .ead, kindly light, amid th encircling gloom, Lead thou me on;The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me thou my feet; I do not ask to seeThe distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on;I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead thou me loved the garish day; and spite of fears,Pride ruled my will; remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me onOer moor and fen, oer crag and torrent, till The night is with the morn those angel faces I have loved long since, and lost awhile. Amen.—John H. Newman. THOMAS J. STEWART COMMANOER-rN-CHIEF GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC OLD FOLKS AT HOME \ A/ay down upon the Swanee ribber,VV Far, far away, Deres whar my heart is turning ebber, Deres whar de old folks up and down de whole creation Sadly I roam,Still longing for de old plantation And for de old folks at home. Chorus: All de world am sad and dreary, Eberywhere I roam,Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary,Far from de old folks at home. All round de little farm I wandered When I was young,Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I I was playing wid my brudder, Happy was I;Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, Dere let me live and die. One little hut among de bushes. One dat I love,Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I will I see de bees a-humming. All round de comb?When will I hear de banjo tumming, Down in my good old home? —Stephen C. Foster. 25 OUR FLAG
Size: 1326px × 1884px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, bookidoriginalcoll, bookyear1903
