While some sweet plaint he breathed; The streams he wandered near; The maidens whom he loved; the songs he sungAll, all are dear! The arch blue eyes Arch but for love's disguise Of Scotland's daughters, soften at his strain; To drive the plowshare through earth's virgin soils, And sister-lands have learned to love the tongue In which such songs are sung. For doth not song To the whole world belong? Is it not given wherever tears can fall, ISA CRAIG KNOX. Over the River. OVER the river they beckon to me Loved ones who 've passed to the further side; The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are lost in the dashing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes the reflection of heaven's own blue; And the pale mist hid him from mortal view; My brother stands waiting to welcome me! Over the river the boatman pale Carried another, the household pet; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale— She crossed on her bosom her dimpled hands, And all our sunshine grew strangely dark; My childhood's idol is waiting for me. For none return from those quiet shores, And catch a gleam of the snowy sail; And lo! they have passed from our yearning heart, That hides from our vision the gates of day; May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea Yet, somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore, And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold I shall one day stand by the water cold And list for the sound of the boatman's oar; The Angel of Death shall carry me. NANCY PRIEST WAKEFIELD. The Old Sergeant. "COME a little nearer, Doctor,-thank you!-let me take the cup: Draw your chair up,-draw it closer,-just another little sup! May be you may think I 'm better; but I'm pretty well used up, Doctor, you 've done all you could do, but I 'm just a going up! "Feel my pulse, sir, if you want to, but it ain't much use to try" "Never say that," said the Surgeon, as he smothered down a sigh; "It will never do, old comrade, for a soldier to say die!" "What you say will make no difference, Doctor, when you come to die. "Doctor, what has been the matter?" faint, they say; You must try to get to sleep now." "You were very "Doctor, have I been "Not that anybody knows of!" "Doctor-Doctor, please away?" to stay! There is something I must tell you, and you won't have long to stay! "I have got my marching orders, and I'm ready now to go; Doctor, did you say I fainted?-but it could n't ha' been So, For as sure as I'm a Sergeant, and was wounded at Shi loh, I've this very night been back there, on the old field of Shi loh! "This is all that I remember: The last time the Lighter came, And the lights had all been lowered, and the noises much the same, He had not been gone five minutes before something called my name: 'ORDERLY SERGEANT-Robert BURTON!'-just that way it called my name. "And I wondered who could call me so distinctly and so slow, Knew it could n't be the Lighter, he could not have spoken so; And I tried to answer, 'Here, sir!' but I could n't make it go; For I could n't move a muscle, and I could n't make it go! "Then I thought: It's all a nightmare, all a humbug and a bore; Just another foolish grape-vine*-and it won't come any more; But it came, sir, notwithstanding, just the same way as be fore: 'ORDERLY SERGEANT-Robert BURTON!' even plainer than before. "That is all that I remember, till a sudden burst of light, And I stood beside the River, where we stood that Sunday night, Waiting to be ferried over to the dark bluffs opposite, When the river was perdition and all hell was opposite! "And the same old palpitation came again in all its power, And I heard a Bugle sounding, as from some celestial Tower; *Canard. And the same mysterious voice said: 'IT IS THE ELEVENTH HOUR! ORDERLY SERGEANT ROBERT BURTON-IT IS THE ELEVENTH HOUR!' "Doctor Austin !-what day is this?" "It is Wednesday night, you know." "Yes,—to-morrow will be New Year's, and a right good time below! แ What time is it, Doctor Austin?" "Nearly Twelve." Then do n't you go! Can it be that all this happened-all this—not an hour ago! "There was where the gun-boats opened on the dark, rebellious host; And where Webster semicircled his last guns upon the coast; There were still the two log-houses, just the same, or else their ghost,— And the same old transport came and took me over-or its ghost! "And the old field lay before me all deserted far and wide; There was where they fell on Prentiss,—there McClernand met the tide; There was where stern Sherman rallied, and where Hurlbut's heroes died, Lower down, where Wallace charged them, and kept charging till he died. "There was where Lew Wallace showed them he was of the canny kin, There was where old Nelson thundered, and where Rousseau waded in; There McCook sent 'em to breakfast, and we all began to win There was where the grape-shot took me, just as we be gan to win. |