[from the Ye- Tribune.]
‘ Brother soldier!
come up nearer,
the dying soldier.
For my limbs are growing cold;
And thy pr- dearer,
When thy arms ground me folk.
I am dying, so d- dying;
Soon you'll miss me from your camp,
For my form will soon be lying
Neath the earth so cold and camp.
Listen! brother soldiers listen!
I have something I would say,
Ere my eyes are closed forever
To the lovely light of day;
I am going — surely going--
But my faith to "God" is strong;
I die happy — willing — knowing
That He death nothing wrong.
Tell my father, when you greet him,
That in death I prayed for him;
And I hope that I shall meet him
In the world that's free from sin.
Dearest mother, God assist her--
Now that she is growing old--
Say her boy would glad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold!
Brother soldiers! catch each whisper--
Tis my wife I'd speak of row;
Tell oh! tell her how I missed her
When the fever burned my brow,
Tell her she must kiss my baby--
Like the kiss I last impressed--
Hold her, as when last I hold her,
Closely folded to my breast.
Tell my dear wife — my God bless her
She was very dear to me;
Would I could once more crease her
And her lovely face could see!
Tell my dear ones I remember
Every kindly parting word,
And my heart has been kept lander
By the thought their memories stirred
Brother soldiers, let me see you--
Press each head before -e;
My good kind friend, I'm loth to leave you,
Receive my fond, my last "good bye!"
Hark! I hear my -our calling,
'Tis His voice — I know it well;
When I'm gone, oh! don't be weeping,
Soldiers! here's my last -well!
’ Dec. 2d.