Peace Declared Again. dear Comrades, we have gathered From every clime and every shore. To rehearse the old, old story For our warfare is most o’er. Yes, dear Comrades, we’ve been marching In the line our Brothers fell. Through the Battles that were hottest Through the carnage that was hell. Now we are gathered in […]
Battle Monument to the 13th Infantry, Chickamauga Battle Field If I Should Die Tonight If I should die tonight You earnestly ask me this Would I leave without regret Expecting future bliss? Would I fear the journey dark, O’er the shoreless sea of death? How would I meet the Monarch Grim, As I draw my
Following is a poem composed and read by Mrs. Kenyon, wife of Captain Kenyon of the old Fighting 13th: When Sumter fell by traitor hands, And war-clouds dark hung low, When anxious hearts prayed for one gleam Of light to cheer their woe: When men with patriotic zeal Sprang to their country’s aid; And mothers,
Take a green country lad who was raised on a farm, The first one you come to will do, Who, far from the city has missed all its harm And is innocent, honest and true, Who has followed in spring time the harrow and plow, In the summer has garnered the grain, Who has earned
