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LIGHT AFTER DARKNESS.
Light after darkness,
Gain after loss,
Crown after cross,
Song after fears,
Praise after tears.
Sheaves after sowing,
Sun after rain,
Peace after pain,
Calm after blast,
Sweet rest at last.
Near after distant,
Life after tomb;
Rapture of bliss;
Leading to this!
THE FREE MIND.
W. L. GARRISON.
High walls and huge the body may confine,
And iron gates obstruct the prisoner's gaze, And massive bolts may baffle his design,
And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways: Yet scorns the immortal mind this base control!
No chains can bind it, and no cell inclose: Swifter than light, it flies from pole to pole,
And in a flash from earth to heaven it goes! It leaps from mount to mount; from vale to vale
It wanders, plucking honeyed fruits and flowers;
'Tis up before the sun, roaming afar,
THE PRIDE OF BATTERY B.
JOUTH Mountain towered upon our right, far off
the river lay; And over on the wooded hight we held their
lines at bay.
At last the muttering guns were still; the day
died slow and wan. At last the gunners’ pipes did fill, the sargeant's
When, as the wind a moment blew aside the fragrant flood Our briarwoods raised, within our view a little maiden
A tiny tot of six or seven, from fireside fresh she seemed, (Of such a little one in heaven one soldier often dreamed.)
And as we stared her little hand went to her curly head In grave salute: “And who are you?” at length the sargeant
“And where's your home ?” he growled again. She lisped
out “Who is me? Why, don't you know? I'm little Jane, the Pride of Bat
“My home? Why, that was burned away, and Pa and Ma
are dead, And so I ride the guns all day along with Sargeant Ned.
“And I've a drum that's not a toy, a cap with feathers, too, And I march beside the drummer boy on Sundays at re
“But now our 'bacca's all give out, the men can't have
their smoke, And so they're cross—why, even Ned won't play with me
"And the big colonel said to-day-I hate to hear him
He'd give a leg for a good pipe like the Yank had over
“And so I thought when beat the drum and the big guns
were still, I'd creep beneath the tent and come out here across the
“And beg, good mister Yankee man, you'd give me some
Lone Jack; Please do-when we get some again I'll surely bring it
"Indeed I will, for Ned-says he—if I do what I say, I'll be a general yet, maybe, and ride a prancing bay.'”
We brimmed her tiny apron o’er; you should have heard
her laugh As each man from his scanty store shook out a generous
THE PRIDE OF BATTERY B.
To kiss the little mouth stooped down a score of grimy
men, Until the sargeant's husky voice said “?Tention squad,” and,
We gave her escort, till good-night the pretty waif we bid And watched her toddle out of sight-or else 'twas tears
Her tiny form -nor turned about a man, nor spoke a word Till after awhile a far, hoarse shout upon the wind we
We sent it back, and cast sad eyes on the scene around;
That's all save when the dawn awoke again the work of
hell, And through the sullen clouds of smoke the screaming
Our General often rubbed his glass, and marveled much to
Not a single shell that whole day fell in the camp of Bat