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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 82 (search)
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the Captain's wife. by Theodore Tilton. My sister Blanche, her child, and I, were on the lawn that morning. “Oh!
could a wife's strong love,” she sighed, “ward off a soldier's fate!” Her voice a little trembled then, as if through some forewarning; When up the lane a soldier rode, and halted at the gate. “Which house is Malcolm Blake's?” he cried: “a letter for his sister!” Blanche, murmuring as I took it, asked--“And none for me, his wife?” The stranger fondled Madge's curls, and, stooping over, kissed her: “Your father was my captain, child!--I loved him as my life.” Then suddenly he galloped off, without a word more spoken. I burst the seal, and Blanche cried out, “What makes you tremble so?” O God!
how could I answer her?
How should the news be broken? For first they wrote to me, not her, that I should break the blow. “A battle in the swamps!” I said: “our men were brave, but lost it!” Her quick eye caught the tell-tale page, not writ in
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), 44 . A war hymn. (search)
44. A war hymn. by Theodore Tilton. Thou who ordainest, for the land's salvation, Famine and fire, and sword and lamentation, Now unto Thee we lift our supplication-- God save the Nation! By the great sign, foretold, of thy appearing-- Coming in clouds, while mortal men stand fearing-- Show us, amid this smoke of battle clearing, Thy chariot nearing! By the brave blood that floweth like a river, Hurl thou a thunderbolt from out thy quiver! Break thou the strong gates!
Every fetter shiver! Smite and deliver! Slay thou our foes, or turn them to derision, Till, through the blood-red Valley of Decision, Peace on our fields shine, like a prophet's vision, Green and elysian!