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Meigs (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
t, Till the shelves are lean and slim; Take a jug or two of apple, For these chill November damps Oft benumb the weary sentries As they guard the sleeping camps. Drive the pet of old Sarpedon-- For the glory of his sires He will make the camp at Wickliffe Ere they stir the morning fires. IV. Tell the soldier of Kentucky, And the soldier from abroad Who has come to fight the battle Of his country and his God-- Tell them one who on the Wabash Fought with Daviess when he fell, And who bled at Meigs, where Dudley Met the painted hosts of hell-- One who fought with Hart at Raisin, And with Johnson on the Thames, And with Jackson at New Orleans, Where we won immortal names, Sends them from his chimney corner Such fair greeting as he may, With a few small creature-comforts For this drear November day. V. Tell them he has watched this quarrel From its outbreak until now, And, with hand upon his heart-beat, And God's light upon his brow, He invokes their truest manhood, The full prowess of
Raisin (Texas, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
he soldier from abroad Who has come to fight the battle Of his country and his God-- Tell them one who on the Wabash Fought with Daviess when he fell, And who bled at Meigs, where Dudley Met the painted hosts of hell-- One who fought with Hart at Raisin, And with Johnson on the Thames, And with Jackson at New Orleans, Where we won immortal names, Sends them from his chimney corner Such fair greeting as he may, With a few small creature-comforts For this drear November day. V. Tell them he has re's treason still abroad, In this battle of the Nation, For our Union, and for God. XII. One who fought upon the Wabash By Joe Daviess when he fell, And who bled at Meigs with Dudley, Where we met the hosts of hell; One who fought with Hart at Raisin, And with Johnson on the Thames, And with Jackson at New Orleans, Where we won immortal names, Will be listened to with patience By the heroes now at hand, Who have rushed on to our rescue, In this peril of the land. By the memory of our fathers,
Kentucky (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
g camps. Drive the pet of old Sarpedon-- For the glory of his sires He will make the camp at Wickliffe Ere they stir the morning fires. IV. Tell the soldier of Kentucky, And the soldier from abroad Who has come to fight the battle Of his country and his God-- Tell them one who on the Wabash Fought with Daviess when he fell, And d best retire; As for me, my child, I'm wakeful, And I'll still sit by the fire. Oh, my soul is in the battles Of the Wabash and the Thames, Where the prowess of Kentucky Won imperishable names! VIII. I must see the camp at Wickliffe's Nannie, you as well can go; I must mingle with the soldiers Who have come to meet our foe; I m be rapid work with needles, And sharp rummaging up stairs. Oh, it stirs the blood of seventy, Wherever it survives, Just to touch the chain of memory Of the old Kentucky wives! XI. In a day or two-at farthest When the present rain is done-- You and I will take the carriage, With the rising of the sun, And we'll spend a day, or
Gilbert Hart (search for this): chapter 7
ky, And the soldier from abroad Who has come to fight the battle Of his country and his God-- Tell them one who on the Wabash Fought with Daviess when he fell, And who bled at Meigs, where Dudley Met the painted hosts of hell-- One who fought with Hart at Raisin, And with Johnson on the Thames, And with Jackson at New Orleans, Where we won immortal names, Sends them from his chimney corner Such fair greeting as he may, With a few small creature-comforts For this drear November day. V. Tell theWhile there's treason still abroad, In this battle of the Nation, For our Union, and for God. XII. One who fought upon the Wabash By Joe Daviess when he fell, And who bled at Meigs with Dudley, Where we met the hosts of hell; One who fought with Hart at Raisin, And with Johnson on the Thames, And with Jackson at New Orleans, Where we won immortal names, Will be listened to with patience By the heroes now at hand, Who have rushed on to our rescue, In this peril of the land. By the memory of our
Ruth Adair (search for this): chapter 7
the house from top to bottom, And let the neighbors know What they need, the men who shield them From the fury of the foe. Be up early in the morning; Ask of all what they will send To the camp in Wickliffe's meadow, Where each soldier is a friend. 'Twere a sin, whilst there is plenty, (Let us never feel the taunt,) That the legions of the Union, Braving danger, were in want, X. Write at once to Hatty Shelby, And — for both of them are there-- Send a line to Alice Dudley, And a word for Ruth Adair; Then to-morrow write to Dorcas, And anon to Mollie Todd,-- Say they've work now for their country, For their freedom, and their God; And if only half the spirit That their mother had is theirs, There'll be rapid work with needles, And sharp rummaging up stairs. Oh, it stirs the blood of seventy, Wherever it survives, Just to touch the chain of memory Of the old Kentucky wives! XI. In a day or two-at farthest When the present rain is done-- You and I will take the carriage, With the risi
Dorcas (search for this): chapter 7
let the neighbors know What they need, the men who shield them From the fury of the foe. Be up early in the morning; Ask of all what they will send To the camp in Wickliffe's meadow, Where each soldier is a friend. 'Twere a sin, whilst there is plenty, (Let us never feel the taunt,) That the legions of the Union, Braving danger, were in want, X. Write at once to Hatty Shelby, And — for both of them are there-- Send a line to Alice Dudley, And a word for Ruth Adair; Then to-morrow write to Dorcas, And anon to Mollie Todd,-- Say they've work now for their country, For their freedom, and their God; And if only half the spirit That their mother had is theirs, There'll be rapid work with needles, And sharp rummaging up stairs. Oh, it stirs the blood of seventy, Wherever it survives, Just to touch the chain of memory Of the old Kentucky wives! XI. In a day or two-at farthest When the present rain is done-- You and I will take the carriage, With the rising of the sun, And we'll spend a d
Meigs (search for this): chapter 7
he present rain is done-- You and I will take the carriage, With the rising of the sun, And we'll spend a day, or longer, With the soldiers in their camps, Taking stores that best may shield them From the chill November damps. Oh, I'll cheer them on to battle-- And I'll stir each lofty soul, As I paint the fields of honor Where the drums of glory roll! And I'll bid them never falter, While there's treason still abroad, In this battle of the Nation, For our Union, and for God. XII. One who fought upon the Wabash By Joe Daviess when he fell, And who bled at Meigs with Dudley, Where we met the hosts of hell; One who fought with Hart at Raisin, And with Johnson on the Thames, And with Jackson at New Orleans, Where we won immortal names, Will be listened to with patience By the heroes now at hand, Who have rushed on to our rescue, In this peril of the land. By the memory of our fathers, By the brave, and by the just, This rebellion shall be vanquished, Though each traitor bite the dust!
Hatty Shelby (search for this): chapter 7
a comfort here and there, And from my good bed and wardrobe Strip whatever I can spare. Hunt the house from top to bottom, And let the neighbors know What they need, the men who shield them From the fury of the foe. Be up early in the morning; Ask of all what they will send To the camp in Wickliffe's meadow, Where each soldier is a friend. 'Twere a sin, whilst there is plenty, (Let us never feel the taunt,) That the legions of the Union, Braving danger, were in want, X. Write at once to Hatty Shelby, And — for both of them are there-- Send a line to Alice Dudley, And a word for Ruth Adair; Then to-morrow write to Dorcas, And anon to Mollie Todd,-- Say they've work now for their country, For their freedom, and their God; And if only half the spirit That their mother had is theirs, There'll be rapid work with needles, And sharp rummaging up stairs. Oh, it stirs the blood of seventy, Wherever it survives, Just to touch the chain of memory Of the old Kentucky wives! XI. In a day or two
William D. Gallagher (search for this): chapter 7
7. Grandpa Nathan. Respectfully Inscribed to Gen. Leslie Combs. by William D. Gallagher. I. By the beach and hickory fire Grandpa Nathan sat at night, With details of marching armies, And the news of many a fight, When he laid aside the paper, Though its contents he had told, He was plied with many questions By the young and by the old. It's a war the most infernal, (Grandpa Nathan made reply,) But the legions of the Union Soon will crush it out, or die! If I only had the vigor Of just twenty years ago, How I'd leap into my saddle! How I'd fly to meet the foe! II. Nannie Hardin, dearest daughter, There's a spirit now abroad That's akin to whatsoever Is at enmity with God. It has wrought upon a portion Of the people of the land, Till they almost think they're honest In the treason they have plann'd. It has struck the sea with rapine, It has tinged its shores with blood, And it rolls and surges inland Like a desolating flood. It has rent the nearest kindred-- E'en the mother and
Wickliffe (search for this): chapter 7
the son; But, as God's a God of Justice, Its career will soon be run. III. There's a camp in Wickliffe's meadow, Less than eighteen miles away-- John, at your age I could make it Twice 'twixt now aing camps. Drive the pet of old Sarpedon-- For the glory of his sires He will make the camp at Wickliffe Ere they stir the morning fires. IV. Tell the soldier of Kentucky, And the soldier from abro! he drives the young Sarpedon-- Drives the son of glorious sires, And he'll make the camp at Wickliffe's Ere they build the morning fires. Do you know, child, I am prouder Of the spirit of your boye Thames, Where the prowess of Kentucky Won imperishable names! VIII. I must see the camp at Wickliffe's Nannie, you as well can go; I must mingle with the soldiers Who have come to meet our foe; Ithe fury of the foe. Be up early in the morning; Ask of all what they will send To the camp in Wickliffe's meadow, Where each soldier is a friend. 'Twere a sin, whilst there is plenty, (Let us never
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