by Mrs. H. M. Crapo
Thou hast been where the cannon fiercely roared
Thou hast fought with the Southern foe,
Thy cheek is scarred and thy breast is seamed
With many a cruel blow
Thou hast looked on the bloody field of strife
Thou hast viewed the ghastly slain,
In ships of war thou hast fearless rode,
O'er the blue and surging main.
A wild, exciting lift have been thine,
Thou hast dashed o'er the ocean's foam
Thou hast listed to shrieks of dying men.
To their wild despairing moan.
"In thy dim eye, on thy hollow cheek,"
I see the death sign there;
Thou art faint and weak from fasting long,
From the scanty prison fare.
Where wealth and beauty meet tonight.
In glorious liberty,
In festive halls where the wine goes round,
I ask, will they think of thee?
None, as they tread those princely halls,
Will ever stop to say'
"What of the soldier who fought for us.
For us and liberty."
At the price of blood they revel now;
Where would they have been today
If the haughty South had conquered
In the fierce and bloody fray?
" And who will think when the strain is snug;
Till every heart is stirred,"
The glorious song of Liberty
That ‘twas the soldiers sword.
That saved our starry banner,
And every Freeman's right,
From insult and oppression!
Not one will think tonight,
Of soldier, wasting, dying there
In his home,-- but his faithful wife
Will e'er be true to her marriage vow,
Thank God for the Soldier's Wife!
Source: Williams, J.C. "History and Map Of Danby Vermont" Rutland: McLean and Robbins, 1869; Contributed by Thomas Risdon Baine
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