The Undistinguished Dead | ||
Dedicated
to the Friends of the Dead and Wounded Volunteers of the 15th Mass. Reg’t by Livie Darling Printed in the Webster Weekly Times, Nov. 8, 1862 (Volume IV # 35) |
The peal of the clarion awakens no more,
and the reveille calls in vain,
There names were in a long sad list,
that yesterday I read,
“He fell in a noble cause,” I said,
and I breathed an inward prayer,
Mother, I fathom your grief by mine
—I know the terrible pain,--
‘Tis sad to part from those we love
to know them among the slain;
“Missing”, the column that next I saw,
and I knew what hopes and fears,
And I pity you, mothers, more and more,
for your grief must be bitter to bear,
“Wounded’---I pity you, mothers, now
—you who are reading the list,--
But God who tempers the wind to the lamb;
and marketh the sparrows fall,
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