A Gem.
Among the numerous poetic effusions inspired by the war, we have not met anything more sweet and touching than the following lines. Can any of our readers give us the name of the author?:‘ The maid who binds her warrior's each,
And smiling, all her pain disserables,
The while beneath the dropping lath
One starry tear-Drop hangs and trembles--
Though heaven alone records the tear.
And fame shall never know her story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear
As ever dewed the field of glory !
The wife who girds her husband's sword,
Mid little ones who weep and wonder.
And bravely speaks the cheering word.
What though her heart be rent asunder--
Doomed highly in her dream to hear
The bolts of war around him rattle.
Has shed at secreted blood as ever
Was poured upon the plain of battle.
The mother who conceals her grief.
While to her breast her son the puggree,
Than breathes a few brave words and trial,
Kissing the patriot brow she blesses.
With no one but her secret God
To know the pain that weight upon her,
Sheds holy blood as e'er the God
Received on Freedom field of honor
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