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Gettysburgh (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 163
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80. the Virginia mother. by Edna Dean Proctor. My home is drear and still to-night, Where Shenandoah murmuring flows; The Blue Ridge towers in the pale moonlight, And balmily the south wind blows; But my fire burns dim, while athwart the wall Black as the pines the shadows fall; And the only friend within my door Is the sleeping o'er, And the antlers hang by the sunset door. What drew our hunters from the hills? They heard the stormy trumpets blow; And leapt adown like April rills When Shenandoah roars below. One to the field where the old flag shines; And one, alas!
to the traitor lines! My tears-their fond arms round me thrown-- And the house was hush s colors grasped as in death he lay: And Courtney-well, I only knew Not a man was left of his rebel crew” . . . . . . My home is drear and still to-night, Where Shenandoah murmuring flows; The Blue Ridge towers in the pale moonlight, And balmily the south wind blows; But my fire burns dim, while athwart the wall Black as the pines
Edna Dean Proctor (search for this): chapter 163
80. the Virginia mother. by Edna Dean Proctor. My home is drear and still to-night, Where Shenandoah murmuring flows; The Blue Ridge towers in the pale moonlight, And balmily the south wind blows; But my fire burns dim, while athwart the wall Black as the pines the shadows fall; And the only friend within my door Is the sleeping hound on the moonlit floor. Roll back, O weary years!
and bring Again the gay and cloudless morn, When every bird was on the wing, And my blithe summer boys were born! My Courtney fair, my Philip bold, With his laughing eyes and his locks of gold! No nested bird in the valley wide Sang as my heart that eventide. Our laurels blush when May winds call, Our pines shoot high through mellow showers; So rosy flushed, so slender tall, My boys grew up from childhood's hours. Glad in the breeze, the sun, the rain, They climbed the heights or they roamed the plain; And found where the fox lay hid at noon, And the sly fawn drank by the rising moon. O Storm!
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