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Show V " . Poem by Stonewall Jackson. Tho Illchmjind Times la authority tor tho stntoment that this poem wns written by Stonewall Jackson while ha was serving with the army in tho Mexican war: The tattoo beats the llah'ts aro Kone, 1M camp nround In slumber lies; The nleht 'Willi nolcmn! pace moves on. The shad6ws thicken o'er tho Bklcs; But sleep my wenry eyes linlh flown And sad. .uneasy thoughts arise I think of thee, oh, dearest one. Whoso love, my early life hath blest Of theb and him our biby Bon Who slumbers on thy gentle, breast. aod of tho tender, frail, nnd lone, Oh,' guard tho tender sleeper's rest, And hover Rently, hover near To her, whoio watchful eo Is wet-To wet-To mother, wife tho doubly dear. In whoso young heart havo freshly met Two streams of lovo bo deep and clear. And cheer her druoplne spirits yet. Whatever fato thexe forms may show. Loved with a paislon almost wild Dy day by night In Joy or woe By fears oppressed, or hopes beguiled, From every danger, eveiy foe, O Qpd, protect my wlfo and chlldl Now, whllo sho kneels beforo thy throne. Oh, tach her, ruler of the skies, That, while by thy behest alone, 4 Earth's mightiest powers fall or rise, rNo tear Is wept to theo unknown. No hair Is lost, no sparrow dlesl That thou can'st stay the ruthless hands Of dark disease, and sootlio Its pain; That only by thy Btcrn commands Tho battlo's lost, tho soldier's slain That from tho dlitant sea or land Thou brlng'st tho wai.derer homo again. And when upon her pillow lono Her tear-wet cheek Is Badly prcst. May happier visions beam upon The brightening current of her breast. No frowning look nor nngry tono Disturbs the Sabbath of her rest |