. 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 . ;And he that wore and had forgot it, sighedAnd thought of it again as something dear ; So from his breast he tookThe rose and sent it home to have it set Within this simple favorite of a girl he loved and lost,And mid the leaves it lingers like a ghost—Though they be gone, the flower abideth yet! XLbc Wihitc IRose 229 And often when I gazeInto its folds and see these visions fair, Mine eyes are filled with hazeOf te
. 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 . ;And he that wore and had forgot it, sighedAnd thought of it again as something dear ; So from his breast he tookThe rose and sent it home to have it set Within this simple favorite of a girl he loved and lost,And mid the leaves it lingers like a ghost—Though they be gone, the flower abideth yet! XLbc Wihitc IRose 229 And often when I gazeInto its folds and see these visions fair, Mine eyes are filled with hazeOf tears for him that wore it, true and brave ;Almost I turn to fling it on his graveBeside the little flag that flutters there !— Then sigh for power to closeWithin the amber clear of poetry This pale and withered roseThat else must pass and crumble into dustAnd squander in some wild and windy gustThe essence I would set in melody— The feelings of the timeWhen first it bloomed ; the deeds of sacrifice, The thoughts and acts scenes of battle with their woe and scaith,The courtesy and courage, love and faith—That I can read within it with mine eyes !. THE BLUB AND THE GRAY. By FRANCIvS MIIvES FINCH. [Suggested by the fact that the women of Columbus,Miss., on their decoration day strewed flowers, with im-partial hands, upon the graves of northern and southernsoldiers.—Editor]. BY the flow of the inland river,Whence the fleets of the iron have fled,Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ;Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day ;Under the one, the Blue ;Under the other, the Gray. These in the robings of glory. Those in the gloom of defeat :All with the battle-blood gory. In the dusk of eternity meet;230 ^be Muc anD tbe (Brai? 231 Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day ;Under the laurel, the Blue ; Under the willow, the Gra3\ From the silence of sorrowful hours, The desolate mourners go,IyO\dngly laden w
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