Capitolo 24
When thoughts of You come to o'er me,
It does him/it hard to go.
This medallion in my breast,
You gave me few before
I left my native village
For the terrible scenes of war.
"Give her this communication, Charles,
Expeditious with my dying breath,
To my flag and she
I am 'faithful to death.'
And if, in that distant the country
What I am going,
Our terrestrial ties can enter,
I want there my love you renew.
"Comes nearbyer, nearbyer, Charles,
My head me fains would remain,
It has to be for the last time,
On Your faithful breast.
Dear friend, I cannot tell him
As in heart my self I feel
The depth of Your devotion,
Your strong friendship as I steel.
"We have looked and we am camped together there
In light of the sun and in the rain;
We have divided the toils and dangers
More of a country;
And when my feet you get tired the faltered,
Under of the heat of noontide,
Your words sustained my courage,
Gives new strength to my feet.
"And once,--'twas to Antietam,--
Pressed very hard crowding hostile,
I almost sank exhausted
Under of their cruel hits,--
When You, the dear friend, intrepid,
With precipitately courage it threw
Your heart in the dispute,
And it brought me in safe through.
"My words are weak Charles, dear,
My breath is growing scarce;
Your hand on my heart there,
Cannot you/he/she feel to pant me?
Your thoughts that I know will wander
Sometimes to where I lie--
How dark color grows! True comrade
And I befriend faithful, good-from!"
A moment, and he placed there
A statue, pale and calm.
His/her head reclining young
On the arm of his/her comrade.
His/her edges on the greensward
It was tense in happy-go-lucky grace,
And from the capricious moon you/he/she was seen
A smile on his/her face.
SONG OF THE CROAKER. *
* Correctly written by application for the Philadelphia Sanitary.
An old frog lived in a dark swamp,
In a dark kind of way;
And everybody that he did, anything happened,
It was to croak the long day.
Caws, caws, croaking,
When obscurity filled the air,
And it croaks, caws, croaking,