THE AGED SOLDIER
by Mrs. H. M. Crapo
Loved ones! " my noon of life is past,
The brightness of my spirit flown,"
And should I hear the "bugle's blast,"
My aged feet it would not move
To join the battle's din and strife;
I could not save my life
Ye slumbers there in nameless graves
Upon Potomac's pleasant shore
My heart goes out unto you braves,
Unto our martial days of yore;
Your fame, your deeds are known to men
Recorded all by "History's " pen
Soon shall I leave this earthly shore,
To join you comrades over there,
Shall we recount our battles o'er
Our marches long, our soldier fare;
Should we forget the Lord to praise
We would not talk of war like days.
" The eyes that hailed your spirits frame,
"Still kindle"when I do recount
The deeds that made you great with fame,
I'm young again, comrades I shout,
To arms! To arms! the rebels come,
your knapsacks leave, and seize your guns"
Then thoughts come o'er me of the dead
the blood flows sluggish in my veins;
I seek once more my curtained bed
With tottering feet and trembling frame.
Yes, I have nearly run my race,
Unto the grave I soon must haste,
To join my comrades, "mighty dead",
Oh! Shall I grasp them by the hand,
When my freed spirit shall have fled
Unto the pleasant summer land?
Death cannot fright my soldier heart,
I long to go-- from earth depart
These feet no more shall chase the foe,
My strong right arm is gone;
I've mourned the loss-- a fearful woe
I( deem my lost right arm,
Loved ones, ye have been very kind
To me while here in life's decline.
Sons of the brave! Bear me away,
The spirits of my comrades call;
"Tis but one pang and all is o'er,"
E'en now I hear their kindly call
To join them on the "other shore"
Loved ones I go-- my life is o'er!
Source: Williams, J.C. "History and Map Of Danby Vermont" Rutland: McLean and Robbins, 1869; Contributed by Thomas Risdon Baine
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