118 "NEWS FROM THE WAR." "NEWS FROM THE WAR." ANONYMOUS. WO women sit at a farm-house door, TW Busily reading the news, While softly around them fair twilight sheds Peace smiles in the cloudless heaven above; But not one ray of peace illumes Look on their faces: one like a rose Yet, though one is young and the other old, For they're tinted with tenderest light and shades "NEWS FROM THE WAR." Now, fast as a radiant vision, fades 119 The glow of the western skies; Yet the readers read on, — unmindful of all Nothing to them the charms of that hour, For spirits bowed down with a weight of care, Are blind to the beautiful still. Deeper the shadows of twilight fall; The younger glances have found it first, "Mortally wounded!"— look again ; Alas! it is all too true; Not the brave alone, but the fond and fair He, on the battle-field far away; 120 "NEWS FROM THE WAR." The wife and the mother, who never more The grass will grow where the warrior fell, On the very turf once blackened and burned But the smiling summers, that come and go, The bleeding bosoms which felt to-day "Mortally wounded!" oh, dread War! Many a victim is thine, Save those who hear your terrible voice If we give proud names and echoing hymns, Let us yield a tenderer tribute still, To the uncrowned martyrs who silently sink, And die when their heroes die. WITH MARCH! BY BAYARD TAYLOR. ITH rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies; Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise: March! By streams still held in icy snare, What though conflicting seasons make And Hope is stronger for thy sake: March! Then from thy mountains, ribbed with snow, Once more thy rousing bugle blow, And East and West, and to and fro, March! Say to the picket, chilled and numb, March! Cry to the waiting hosts that stray By marshy isle and gleaming bay, Where Southern March is Northern May: March! Announce thyself with welcome noise, Where Glory's victor-eagles poise Above the proud, heroic boys Of Iowa and Illinois : March! Then down the long Potomac's line |