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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 50 (search)
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the Volunteer's burial. by Park Benjamin. 'Tis eve; one brightly beaming star Shines from the eastern heaven afar, To light the footsteps of the brave, Slow marching to a comrade's grave. The northern wind has sunk to sleep; The sweet South breathes, as, low and deep, The martial clang is heard, the tread Of those who bear the silent dead. And whose the form, all stark and cold, Thus ready for the loosened mould, And stretched upon so rude a bier? Thine, soldier, thine!
the Volunteer. Poor Volunteer!
the shot, the blow, Or swift disease hath laid him low; And few his early loss deplore-- His battle fought, his journey o'er. Alas!
no wife's fond arms caressed. His cheek no tender mother pressed, No pitying soul was by his side, As lonely in his tent he died. He died — the Volunteer — at noon; At evening came the small platoon That soon will leave him to his rest, With sods upon his manly breast. Hark to their fire!
his only knell-- More solemn than the passing bell;
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 107 (search)
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a National hymn. by Park Benjamin. Great God!
to whom our nation's woes, Our dire distress, our angry foes, In all their awful gloom are known, We bow to thee and thee alone. We pray thee mitigate this strife, Attended by such waste of life, Such wounds and anguish, groans and tears, That fill our inmost hearts with fears. Oh!
darkly now the tempest rolls, Wide o'er our desolated souls; Yet, beaten downward to the dust, In thy forgiveness still we trust. We trust to thy protecting power In this, our country's saddest hour, And pray that thou wilt spread thy shield Above us in the camp and field. O God of battles!
let thy might Protect our armies in the fight-- Till they shall win the victory, And set the hapless bondmen free. Till, guided by thy glorious hand, Those armies reunite the land, And North and South alike shall raise To God their peaceful hymns of praise
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 156 (search)