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Our cause was holy to the height
And while the warm blood bounded bright,
The grinning skull no laurel seeks;
The ORDER OF THE LEGION speaks!
AGNES AND THE YEARS.
CELIA M. BURR.
MAIDEN Agnes," said the Year in going, "What the message I shall bear from thee To the angels, who with love past knowing Fed the life-lamp of thy infancy? When I reach them they will murmur low, 'What of our Agnes doth thy record show?'"
"Tell them, tell them that beside the sea
A goodly vessel by the winds is borne;
"Day after day I watch the ships go by,
And strain my eyes across the restless deep, Where, dimly pictured 'gainst the summer sky, The Hills of Morning in their beauty sleep.
AGNES AND THE YEARS.
But look! even now across the shining sea
"Woman Agnes, on the wreck-strewn shore,
When the angels of thy infancy
"Leave me, leave me all is lost-is lost!
My goodly ship is crumbled in the deep; My trusted helmsman in the breakers tossed;
All's wrecked, all's wasted, e'en the power to weep.
The mocking waves toss scornfully ashore
"Leave me alone, to pore upon the waves,
Whitened with upturned faces of the dead;
"Christian Agnes, in the firelight dreaming,
What the message I shall bear from thee To the angels, whose soft eyes are beaming
From the portal where they watch for me? 'Is she coming?' they will say; 'O, Year, Draw her footsteps to the Homeland near?'"
"This the message-that I sit no more
With eyes bent idly on the Hills of Morn,
"And it was granted. By my hearth to-night, Tell the beloved ones, I sit alone,
But not unhappy; for the morning light
I wait the Sabbath, which I trust draws near."
BANISHED from Rome! What's banished but set free
Tried and convicted traitor!"-Who says this?
I have within my heart's hot cells shut up,
Your consul's merciful. For this, all thanks!
"Traitor!" I go,—but I return! This trial!
And make the infant's sinews strong as steel,
For there henceforth shall sit for household gods,
NOTE.-The following beautiful and touching lines were taken from the -knapsack of a Union soldier, who was found dead, upon the battle-field of Hatcher's Run, Va., in Nov., 1864. The original manuscript, torn and defaced, was presented to Major BARTON by Colonel EDWARD HILL, of the Sixteenth Michigan Infantry. The author is unknown.
Hi! Harry! Hallie! Halt, and tell
A soldier's heart is mighty tough!
And hot saltpetre flames and smokes!
One's apt to think about his folks.
Or does she seem to pine and fret for me?
And then, you know, her friend, that
You saw them at the church, you say;
On Sunday. What! No! A funeral!
Why don't you tell me, like a man, What is the matter with our folks?" * *
"I said all well, old comrade dear,
I say all well! for He knows best,
And that's the matter with your folks.' Here's this long curl, 'twas sent to you,
And this fair blossom, from her breast, And here your sister Bessie wrote
This letter telling all the rest.
Bear up, old friend,"-nobody speaks!
There's some bad news from Granger's folks!' He turned his back upon his grief
And sadly strove to hide the tears Kind nature sends to woe's relief.
Then answered, "Ah, well! Hal, I'll try;
I can't help thinking, too,
I might have kept this trouble off
And when His hand deals other strokes