Capitolo 21
All these have failed. In wiser humor
Turn and do I ask to me, that that then?"
If I had my name bear,
I will write him/it on the hearts of men,
In characters of living light,
Of kind actions and actions beaten.
And these, over the touch of time,
He/she will live immortal as my thought.
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IN DURATION OF WAR.
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GONE Á. LA WAR.
My Charles has gone to the war,
My so brave and tall Charles;
He went away his/her you plough in the furrow,
And it flew to the call of his/her country.
May God in safety holds him/it,--
My precious boy--my everybody!
My heart is languishing to see him/it;
He misses me every day;
My heart is tired with waiting for him,
And ill of the long delay,--
But I know that its country needs him,
And I could not offer I sojourn him/it.
I remember as his/her face it lined up the text,
And as his/her color it came,
When the shine from the guns of Sumter
Turned on the whole earth with flame,
And it darkened the flag of our country
With the color of crimson of the shame.
"Mother", he said, then the faltered,--
I felt his/her mute appeal;
I made a break--if you are a mother,
What mothers' touch you know,
When he/she called for producing their darlings one
To the cruel pellet and steel.
My heart was still standing for a moment,
Stricken with a mighty pain;
A faint as of dead o'ers came me,
I am a mother, you know,
But I checked austerely my weakness,
And firmly he/she offered him "Goes."
Everywhere the struggle is more fair
I know that my boy will be;
Everywhere the need is more aching
Of the arm strong of the free one.
He can prove as truth to his/her country
As he has been true to me.
My house is solitary without him,
My hearth bereft some joy,
His thought who has left me
My sad and continuous employment;
But God has been good to his/her/their mother,--
You won't blush for his/her boy.
WHERE IS MY BOY Á.-NIGHT?
When the clouds in the Western sky
You line up the red text with the sun of setting,--
When the veil of falls of twilight,