Leaves from the Battlefield of Gettysburg: A Series of Letters from a Field Hospital; and National Poems
C. Sherman, Son & Company, 1864 - Gettysburg, Battle of, 1863 - 144 pages
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Page 129 - LET me lie down Just here in the shade of this cannon-torn tree — Here, low on the trampled grass, where I may see The surge of the combat, and where I may hear The glad cry of victory, cheer upon cheer. Let me lie down. Oh, it was grand ! Like the tempest we charged, in the triumph to share : The tempest, its fury and thunder were there, On, on o'er entrenchments, o'er living and dead, With the foe under foot and our flag overhead.
Page 131 - God bless you forever and aye: Oh, that I now lay on your pillowing breast, To breathe my last sigh on the bosom first prest: Dying at last. I am no saint! But, boys, say a prayer; there's one that begins "Our Father!
Page 131 - I am no saint ; But, boys, say a prayer. There's one that begins "Our Father, "and then says, " Forgive us our sins:" Don't forget that part ; say that strongly ; and then I'll try to repeat it, and you'll say Amen. Ah ! I'm no saint. Hark ! there's a shout ! Raise...
Page 131 - It was duty ! Some things are worthless, and some others so good That nations who buy them pay only in blood. For Freedom and Union each man owes his part; And here I pay my share, all warm from my heart : It is duty. Dying at last! My mother, dear mother ! with meek tearful eye, Farewell! and God bless you, for ever and aye! Oh that I now lay on your pillowing breast, To breathe my last sigh on the bosom first prest ! Dying at last! I am no saint; But, boys, say a prayer. There's one that begins...
Page 132 - Up, on my feet, with my face to the foe ! Ah ! there flies the flag, with its star-spangles bright, The promise of glory, the symbol of right ! Well may they shout ! I'm mustered out.
Page 131 - Oh, that last charge ! : It was duty ! ; Some things are worthless, and some others so good That nations who buy them pay only in blood ; For Freedom and Union each man owes...
Page 3 - ... that I deserved just a little help ; guess it won't break up the dear old Government to help such a disabled and needy old fellow ! " Surely our unselfish volunteer is modest, seeing that the rich old Government itself owes its very existence to his suffering and sacrifice. But brave men and true, who have laid down their lives on the altar of their country, are the most modest of men, especially when asking even for their dues. AT THE PHILADELPHIA.
Page 132 - Forgive us our sins:" Don't forget that part, say that strongly, and then I'll try to repeat it, and you'll say " Amen I
Page 64 - Like Mount Vernon, it will be a place of pilgrimage for the nation." It is proposed that each of the States should take action in the matter, and purchase a piece of ground, near the Cemetery, where the noble dead may be gathered from the fields and hillsides, where they were hastily buried, and where the ploughshare may turn the bones up to the light of day. Evergreen Cemetery is a lovely spot,—a noble resting-place for the noble dead.