A SOLDIER'S HEART. & Soldier's Heart. WHERE is the heart of a soldier, His thought, his hope, and his dream, When the rifles ring and the bullets sing, And the flashing sabres gleam? Oh, not on the field of battle, But far and far away, His heart is living the old, old hopes, Where is the heart of a soldier, And what do the bugles wake, And what does the roar of the cannon mean When the hills beneath them shake? Oh, not for him the glory, And the dash and the crash of war, But his heart is away on a mission gay Where they hear no cannon roar ! And there is the heart of a soldier,- And a "God save papa, and bring him back In the goodness of thy grace!" And there is the heart of a soldier, — Not on the field of fight, But steeped in the dream of a saddened home Where a window keeps its light, That a soldier's feet may keep the path, And his way may homeward lead, When under the flag of the freedom-land He has wrought the hero's deed. Yea, there is the heart of a soldier, Though his eyes and his will may follow Though his hand may swing the sabre, And his bayonet charge the foe, -Baltimore News. THE SONG OF THEN AND NOW. The Song of then and now. OH, they sang a song of Wind and Sail In the days of heave and haul, Of the weather-gage, of tack and sheet, They sang brave songs of the old broadsides, Hi! cutlass and pike, as the great sides strike, — For they cheered as they fought, did those sailor men; They stripped to the buff for the fray, — It was steel to steel, it was eye to eye, They sang of the men on the quarter-deck, The sail and the plunging bow, The good old song of the Sea and the Ship, Gone are the days of the heave and haul (Think ye our blood has thinned?); We're slaves of steam and science, Not toilers of the wind! Oh, the cable comes in to the cable tiers, And no one lifts a hand; The click of a bell sounds out, "That's well!" And the engines understand! We come in 'gainst the wind and the tide at night, And go out 'gainst the storm in the morn. (But think ye our arms have lost their might? Think ye our locks are shorn?) Past are the days of Wind and Sail, We can come and go in the fiercest blow For the great screw churns, and the huge hull turns As the Soul of the Ship desires! But the spirit, the strength, and the will are there, The ship must do, and the men must dare, THE SONG OF THEN AND NOW. They raked and they fought at pistol-shot, — We fight at two miles and more. (Think ye their dangers discount ours, Ye men of books ashore?) The turret turns and the guns are trained, But not in the older way; The conning-tower is the one-man power Are brave forms covered with blood and sweat, The fighting men are there! There are dangers our father wot not of (In the days of wind and sail): The unseen foes and the sighted Death, With the foam along the rail. The channels are filled with uncouth shapes That lurk below in the brine, The force of fifty ships is there In the sullen, sunken mine! Tho' no orders come from the quarter-deck, Hear the rip of the rapid fire! Full speed ahead, astern, or check, At a spark from the semaphore wire! And the ship she trembles from top to keel, Tho' she rates twelve thousand tons! |