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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 17 (search)
6. the Stars and Stripes for ever. by Emily M. Washington. Since first our banner bright unfurled Its crimson folds of glory, No flag e'er floated yet that could Keep peace with ours in story! Sink, sink the hand of treason, then, Its greatness now would smother! No earthly power that flag shall mar, King, prince, or any other. The Stars and Stripes for ever! ‘Long many a crimson field of fame-- O'er decks grown red for honor-- Round Bunker's Hill and Brandywine, Danced that old veteran banner! For rebels' gain, and freedom's bane, All wrong, but subtle reason, In spite of Right shall Wrong, grown bold, Lift up that rag of treason-- The bannered Cross! Oh! never! When darkness draped our country's sky, And none could comfort borrow From scourging foes and scowling woes, That flag sprang forth in sorrow! Wrong gave the Stripes — hope wrought the Stars-- Ah! those old grandsires able, From pain to hallowed peace, at last, They passed — the good, the noble, The murdered brave — to
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 43 (search)
A brave loyal boy.--Rev. John Summers, a home missionary in Benton County, Iowa, has three sons, all of whom have been in the army of the country. One is still in the service, one has been honorably discharged, and the third, a boy less than eighteen years of age, was mortally wounded at the battle of Champion Hill. His funeral sermon was preached by Elder King. An immense audience was present. The following is a copy of the last letter of the dying boy. It exhibits most remarkable coolness, and was written at his own dictation: battle-ground on Railroad, East of black River, Miss., May 17, 1863. Dear parents, brothers, and sisters: This is the last letter you will receive from me. I am mortally wounded in the thigh, and mortification has already commenced. I was wounded in two places, and at the same time. As I said, one ball entered my right thigh, glancing upward, shivering the bone of my hip, making it impossible to save my life by amputation. The other ball ent