[from the Nashville Union and American]
the wife's appeal.
Thy bleeding country calls!
No time to dady mid the flow'rs,
Or lounge in festive halls!
Up! up! and dod the armor bright,
That orave men all should wear!
Seize thy sword, that knows no blight,
And haste the strife to share!
I would not have the tarry now--
Tho' trembang is my heart--
With quivering up, and palitd brow.
I'd bid thee stut depart!
I would not have thee linger here.
A dastard by my side!
I know thy wife and home are dear.
But where's thy manly pride
List! list! the cannon's booming sound,
From ‘" mont's battle-field"’
Haste to the ‘"dark and bloody ground,"’
Avenging blade to wield
Thy n le brothers strew the plain--
Wounded, and dying!
Tennessee's blood the vadeys stain.
But her foe is flying
And she will have a brilliant page
In after years to show;
Her heroes will adorn the age,
That frees her from the foe!
Then caste my husband dear and place
Upon the roll shy name,
That it in after years may grace
A lotty spot in fame!
"Go! may the Eagle's flight be thine!
No cooing dove art thou!
Gather a laurel wreath and twine
The chap round thy brow!
Draw thy sword from its ru ty sheath,
And stand among the brave!
The land thy fathers did bequeath,
From the bass luvader save!
Then up my love and leave these bow're!
Thy binning country calls--
No time to daily mid the
Or lounge in restive halls!
Seize thy sword that knows no blight
And baste the strite to share!