. At early candle light and other poems. LOGAN or ILLINOIS y^ALIyANT brother to Bayard, andVl^ Siduey, and they Who galloped in glory solong ago,Like them, without fear orreproach, I say,With as steady a soul,and as stout a blow,And as loyal in love which he gave to herWhose prayers were the pinions of faith,to poise—Mid the smoke, and the din, and the death-bolts whirr— Logan of Illinois. O how bright was his sword when he brokea pathWhere the bristling bayonets slivered the sunInto splinters of gold, as he rode in wrathAnd never drew rein till the field was won. 53. 54 LCXjAN or ILLINOIS Lik
. At early candle light and other poems. LOGAN or ILLINOIS y^ALIyANT brother to Bayard, andVl^ Siduey, and they Who galloped in glory solong ago,Like them, without fear orreproach, I say,With as steady a soul,and as stout a blow,And as loyal in love which he gave to herWhose prayers were the pinions of faith,to poise—Mid the smoke, and the din, and the death-bolts whirr— Logan of Illinois. O how bright was his sword when he brokea pathWhere the bristling bayonets slivered the sunInto splinters of gold, as he rode in wrathAnd never drew rein till the field was won. 53. 54 LCXjAN or ILLINOIS Like a snow-suckled stream from a crag-crest flung, One sudden precipitate shaft of turquoise,Born of a breed that old Homer has sung,Logan of Illinois. It was splendid to see him sweep into the his dominant figure and dauntless air, To speed his flight and to cheer the right When the shout of his soldiers shook the air, As he plowed his way to the perilous place At the batterys breast with his Western boys, His great soul lighting his glorious face, Logan of Illinois. O thou Prairie State, he is dear to you—This knightly one who has lately gone To sit in the temple beside the two Who sleep by the Hudson and Sangamon. In the Hall of the Heroes thy children meet;High fame the proud mother enjoys, Who has Lincoln to welcome and Grant to greet Logan of Illinois. OUR WHITE LADYE 3In Mtmotf of gtantet 4Elisabstb WWata—1839-1898 fb*^ ^i m C^v 0PAI,K she lies, in sweet repose!Not whitelier lie the winter snowsOn this sad earth. From her coldbrowUnloose th
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