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[70] So then he told me, on that night, of the time he came away,
And how you sorely grieved for him, but would not let him stay;
And how his one fond hope had been, that when this war was through,
He might go back with honor to his friends at home and you.
He named his sisters one by one, and then a deep flush came,
While he told me of another, but did not speak her name.

And then he said: “Dear Robert, it may be that I shall fall,
And will you write to them at home how I loved and spoke of all?”
So I promised, but I did not think the time would come so soon.
The fight was just three days ago — he died to-day at noon.
It seems so sad that one so loved should reach the fatal bourn,
While I should still be living here, who had no friends to mourn.

It was in the morrow's battle. Fast rained the shot and shell;
He was fighting close beside me, and I saw him when he fell.
So then I took him in my arms, and laid him on the grass.--
'Twas going against orders, but I think they'll let it pass.
'Twas a Minie ball that struck him; it entered at the side,
And they did not think it fatal till the morning that he died.

So when he found that he must go, he called me to his bed,
And said: ”You'll not forget to write when you hear that I am dead?
And you'll tell them how I loved them and bid them all good-by?
Say I tried to do the best I could, and did not fear to die;
And underneath my pillow there's a curl of golden hair;
There's a name upon the paper; send it to my mother's care.

”Last night I wanted so to live; I seemed so young to go;
Last week I passed my birthday — I was but nineteen, you know--
When I thought of all I'd planned to do, it seemed so hard to die;
But then I prayed to God for grace, and my cares are all gone by.“
And here his voice grew weaker, and he partly raised his head,
And whispered, “Good-by, mother!” and so your boy was dead!

I wrapped his cloak around him, and we bore him out to-night,
And laid him by a clump of trees, where the moon was shining bright,
And we carved him out a headboard as skilful as we could;
If you should wish to find it, I can tell you where it stood.

I send you back his hymn-book, and the cap he used to wear,
And a lock, I cut the night before, of his bright, curling hair.

I send you back his Bible. The night before he died,
We turned its leaves together, as I read it by his side.
I've kept the belt he always wore; he told me so to do;
It has a hole upon the side--'tis where the ball went through.
So now I've done his bidding; there's nothing more to tell;
But I shall always mourn with you the boy we loved so well.


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