. Poems . athies seemed to be one. The hor-rid war-bugle sounded; the dismal drum beat; the beardless boythen rushed from my arms to throw himself into the tumult ofbattle. Suddenly, while waiting on the wounded in the house oftorture, I came upon the lost one, mangled and bleeding. Hegasps and dies in my arms without recognition! Mother of Sor-rows, whose loving heart was pierced with woe as with a swordunder the cross of thy Son, give thy divine sympathy to this heartso bereaved, crushed, and desolate! Materna: An iron scepter and a brazen crown The war-god bears; stern, cold, and merciless,
. Poems . athies seemed to be one. The hor-rid war-bugle sounded; the dismal drum beat; the beardless boythen rushed from my arms to throw himself into the tumult ofbattle. Suddenly, while waiting on the wounded in the house oftorture, I came upon the lost one, mangled and bleeding. Hegasps and dies in my arms without recognition! Mother of Sor-rows, whose loving heart was pierced with woe as with a swordunder the cross of thy Son, give thy divine sympathy to this heartso bereaved, crushed, and desolate! Materna: An iron scepter and a brazen crown The war-god bears; stern, cold, and merciless, He smites his worshippers with bloody hand. Foreman: So walks the angel on from scene to scene:Sweet vision of my dreams! thy light shall shineThrough this dark world, all cloudless, calm, as the sacred evening star of brightest planet in the host above! 38 [Telegram from Andrew Johnson, Military Governor of Tennessee,TO S. C. Mercer, Editor of the Nashville Daily Union.] :xn Mii^m\)l. -f--.
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