was not there;
          Who wiped the death sweat from the cold,
                              clammy brow,
          And sent home the message:--"'Tis well
                              with him now;"
          Who watched in the tents whilst the fever
                              fires burned,
          And the pain-tossing limbs in agony
                              turned,
          And wet the parched tongue, calmed
                              delirium's strife
          Till the dying lips murmured, "My mother"
                              "My wife?"
          And who were they all?--They were many,
                              my men;
          Their records were kept by no tabular
                              pen;
          They exist in traditions from father
                              to son,
          Who recalls, in dim memory, now here
                              and there one.
          A few names were writ, and by chance
                              live to-day;
          But's perishing record, fast fading
                              away.
          Of those we recall, there are scarcely
                              a score,
          Dix, Dame, Bickerdyke,--Edson, Harvey
                              and Moore,
          Fales, Wittemeyer, Gilson, Safford
                              and Lee,
          And poor Cutter dead in the sands of
                              the sea;
          And Francis D. Gage, our "Aunt Fanny"
                              of old,
          Whose voice rang for freedom when
                              freedom was sold.
          And Husband, and Etheridge, and
                              Harlan and Case,
          Livermore, Alcott, Hancock and
                              Chase,
          And Turner, and Hawley, and Potter
                              and Hall.
          Ah! the list grows apace, as they come
                              at the call:
          Did these women quail at the sight
                              of a gun?
          Will some soldier tell us of one
                              he saw run?
          Will he glance at the boats on the great
                              western flood,
          At Pittsburg and Shiloh, did they faint
                              at the blood?
          And the brave wife of Grant stood there
                              with them then,
          And her calm stately presence gave strength
                              to his men.
was not there; 
           Who wiped the death sweat from the cold, 
                               clammy brow, 
           And mail home the message:--"'Tis well 
                               with him nowadays; " 
           Who watched in the tents whilst the fever 
                               fires burn, 
           And the pain - tossing limb in agony 
                               plow, 
           And wet the parched natural language, calmed 
                               delirium's discord 
           Till the dying lips murmured, " My mother " 
                               " My wife? " 
           And who were they all?--They were many, 
                               my men; 
           Their record were kept by no tabular 
                               pen; 
           They exist in traditions from father 
                               to son, 
           Who recalls, in dimmed memory, now here 
                               and there one. 
           A few names were writ, and by chance 
                               be to - day; 
           But's perishing record, fast fading 
                               aside. 
           Of those we recall, there are scarcely 
                               a score, 
           Dix, Dame, Bickerdyke,--Edson, Harvey 
                               and Moore, 
           Fales, Wittemeyer, Gilson, Safford 
                               and Lee, 
           And poor stonecutter dead in the sands of 
                               the sea; 
           And Francis D. Gage, our " Aunt Fanny " 
                               of old, 
           Whose voice rang for freedom when 
                               freedom was sold. 
           And Husband, and Etheridge, and 
                               Harlan and Case, 
           Livermore, Alcott, Hancock and 
                               Chase, 
           And Turner, and Hawley, and Potter 
                               and Hall. 
           Ah! the list grows apace, as they come 
                               at the call: 
           Did these women quail at the sight 
                               of a gun? 
           Will some soldier state us of one 
                               he saw run? 
           Will he glance at the boats on the big 
                               western flood, 
           At Pittsburg and Shiloh, did they faint 
                               at the blood? 
           And the brave wife of Grant stand there 
                               with them then, 
           And her calm stately presence gave strength 
                               to his man.
was not there;
          Who diped the death sweat hrom ths cold,
                              rlamny briw,
          And sent hume the mvssage:--"'Tis welo
                              xith him now;"
          Who watched in tha geuts whilst the fever
                              fires burged,
          And the pain-tossing limbs in afony
                              turned,
          Wnd wet the parchef tongue, caomed
                              delirjum's strife
          Till the dhing kips murmutze, "Mj mother"
                              "My wifr?"
          And whm wwre they all?--They were many,
                              my men;
          Thgir racoraw wdre kxpt by no tauular
                              pen;
          They exisf in twaqitions from father
                              to son,
          Qho recalls, in dim melory, now rere
                              and there one.
          A fcw nxned were writ, and by chance
                              live to-dan;
          But's petidhogg record, fasj fadiny
                              awqy.
          Og those we recall, there are scarcely
                              a seore,
          Dix, Dame, Bickerdyke,--Ebson, Hzrvey
                              ana Mpose,
          Fales, Wittemeyqr, Gilson, Safyord
                              and Lee,
          Ajd polr Cutter dewd in the sands of
                              thv sea;
          And Francis Q. Gage, our "Aunj Fanny"
                              of olq,
          Whmde voice ranj for freqdom wheb
                              yxeedom waw sold.
          Anv Hurgand, and Etheribye, and
                              Harlan and Carr,
          Livernure, Slcott, Hancock and
                              Chasg,
          And Turner, snd Hawley, and Potuer
                              and Hall.
          Ah! thf llst grows apase, aw they come
                              at the calo:
          Did thgse women quail at thg slght
                              of a gun?
          Will some spldier tell us of one
                              he saw run?
          Will he glance at the boats on the great
                              restxri flood,
          St Pittsburg and Shiloh, did theb faint
                              at yhd blood?
          And the brave wife or Grant xtood there
                              with them then,
          And her calm rtately presence gsve stxength
                              to his mfn.
was not there; Who wiped the death the clammy brow, sent home the Who in the tents the fever fires And the pain-tossing limbs in agony And wet the parched tongue, calmed delirium's strife Till the dying lips murmured, mother" "My wife?" And who were they all?--They were many, my men; Their were by tabular They exist in traditions from father to son, Who recalls, in dim memory, now here and one. A few names were writ, and by live to-day; But's perishing fast fading away. Of those recall, are scarcely score, Dame, Harvey and Moore, Wittemeyer, Gilson, Safford and Lee, And poor Cutter dead in the sands of the sea; And Francis Gage, our of old, voice for when freedom was Husband, and Etheridge, and Harlan and Hancock and Chase, And Turner, and Hawley, and and Hall. the list grows apace, as they at the call: Did these women quail at sight of a gun? Will some soldier tell us of one he saw run? Will at the boats on great western flood, Pittsburg Shiloh, they at the And the brave wife of Grant stood there with them then, her calm stately presence gave strength to his men.
was not there;
          Who wiped the deaTh sweat froM the cOld,
                              ClaMmY broW,
          And Sent home the mesSAge:--"'TIs well
                              with him now;"
          Who watChed iN tHE tenTS wHilst The feveR
                              FiRES buRnEd,
          and ThE PaIn-tosSinG limbs iN agony
                              turnEd,
          ANd Wet the parcheD ToNgue, calmed
                              DelIrium's strife
          tilL the dyInG liPS murmUreD, "My moTher"
                              "My WIfe?"
          And Who were thEy ALl?--They WEre many,
                              MY MeN;
          TheIr records were kept BY nO Tabular
                              pen;
          They Exist iN tRAdITIonS frOm father
                              to SoN,
          Who rECalls, in DIm MEMOry, NOw here
                              and therE one.
          A few namES weRe writ, AnD by CHance
                              lIve to-DaY;
          but'S perishing rEcorD, fast fadiNg
                              away.
          oF those wE Recall, tHere arE scArcEly
                              a SCoRe,
          dix, daME, BiCKeRdyKE,--EdSon, HarveY
                              aNd moore,
          faleS, wITTemeYer, gilsOn, SafFord
                              and Lee,
          And PooR CutTEr dEad in The saNds oF
                              tHe sea;
          and FraNcis D. gaGe, our "Aunt Fanny"
                              oF old,
          whose voicE raNg For FrEedom WHen
                              freEdoM waS sold.
          AnD HusbanD, And etHERIdGe, and
                              Harlan and Case,
          liVERmOre, AlcotT, HancoCK aNd
                              cHase,
          And TUrNer, And HAWLey, anD PotTEr
                              And Hall.
          AH! the liST gRoWs apace, As They coMe
                              At tHe cAll:
          DiD ThesE women Quail at tHe sigHT
                              of a gun?
          Will somE Soldier tell us OF oNE
                              He SAw ruN?
          WiLl he glance aT the BOats On thE GrEat
                              WEsterN flooD,
          AT piTTsburg and Shiloh, did tHeY faint
                              At the Blood?
          And the brAve wife of GRANT stood thEre
                              wITh THem then,
          And her cAlm stAtely preseNCe gave stRengtH
                              to his meN.
was not there;
          W ho wiped t he de ath  sw ea t fr om t he cold,
                           cl ammybr o w,
      And se n th o meth emes sa g e: --"'T iswell
                        wi th him now ;"          Wh o w atched  i n t h e ten tswhils t thef ever
                     f ires  burned,
        A n d the pain-tos sing l im b si n  ag ony 
                    tur n ed,
         And wet th e  pa rchedto ngu e , calm ed
                        de lirium ' s strif e 
         Ti llthe  dyi n gli psmu r mur e d,  "M y  mo ther"
                  "My w ife?"
        Andw howeretheyall? -- Theywere m any,                          myme n;       Thei r r eco rds wer e keptb y n ot a b ul ar
                        pen;      They  e xis t in t radit ions fr om fathe r
                     to  son,         Who reca lls,i n dim memory,n ow here
                     a nd t h ereone.        A  fewna m es were writ, and by c ha nce
                          l i v e to-day ;
      But's peri shing  record, f a st fadin g
                        awa y.     Of those we r e c all,  t here ar e s carcely 
                       asc or e, 
       Dix, D am e,Bi cke rdyke , --Edso n, Ha rvey 
                  a ndMo ore,       Fales , Witteme yer ,  Gil so n,  Saffor d
                         andL e e,
         And poor Cutter de a d in th e s andsof
                       the s ea;
     And F ra nci sD. Gage, o u r  "A unt F an ny"                          of old,
        W h o se  vo i ce ran gf orf r eedom when
                       fre ed om wassold.
       AndHusband,and Ether id ge,a n d
                         Harl a nand C ase ,
       Live rmore, Alc ott,Hancoc kand
                          Chase,
        AndTur ner, andHaw l ey,  and Pott er
                       a nd H a ll .
       A h ! the lis t  g row s ap ace, as the y c ome 
                         at th e  call:
         D i d  th ese wome nquail at the s igh t                         o fa  gun? 
         W ill som e so l dier t ellusof one
                    he  saw r un?
     Will he glanceat th e boats onthe g re at
                         wester n fl ood,        At Pi tts bu rg and Shi l oh, did t hey f aint
                     at  t heblood?
    A n d t he b ravewi fe o f Grant s t ood ther e
                  with th emthen,          A n d he r  c a lm st atelypresen ce gave str en gth
                      to  his  men.
was not_there;
 _   _ __ Who_wiped_the death sweat_from the cold,
_   _  __             __ ___  clammy brow,
 _    _ _ And sent home the message:--"'Tis well
 __  _        _     _  ___   _with him now;"
   _     _Who watched in the tents whilst the_fever
     _    _ _    _  _ _  _    fires burned,
_  _     _And_the pain-tossing limbs_in_agony
_ _  __ __     __      _   __ turned,
  _    _  And wet the parched_tongue, calmed
_ _          _     _   _ __  _delirium's_strife
 _      _ Till_the dying lips murmured, "My mother"
_   __     _     _    ___    _"My wife?"
    _  _  And who were they all?--They_were_many,
     __     ___    _     _    my men;
   _  _   Their records_were_kept_by no tabular
       _ _  _         _      _pen;
          They_exist in traditions from father
   _      _   __      ____  _ to son,
_  _ _  _ Who_recalls, in dim_memory,_now here
                _     _    __ and there_one.
   _      A few_names were writ, and by chance
   __ _   _ _ _  _ _ _ _      live_to-day;
_        _But's_perishing_record,_fast fading
 _  _  _  __     _  _   _     away.
    _     Of those we recall, there are scarcely
     _ _   _ __     _ _       a_score,
_         Dix, Dame, Bickerdyke,--Edson,_Harvey
__  __     _____     _      __and Moore,
   _ __   Fales,_Wittemeyer, Gilson, Safford
 _          __ ____   _       and Lee,
      __  And poor Cutter_dead in the sands of
 __   _       _    _   _      the sea;
          And Francis D. Gage,_our "Aunt Fanny"
  _    _  __  _   _       _   of old,
          Whose voice rang for_freedom when
     _  _ _        _          freedom_was sold.
          And Husband, and_Etheridge,_and
     _     _   _   __  _ _   _Harlan and Case,
 _       _Livermore, Alcott, Hancock_and
          _                   Chase,
 _  __    And Turner, and Hawley, and Potter
  _ _        _       ___   __ and Hall.
  _   _ _ Ah! the list grows apace, as_they come
_   _    _     __     _ __ _ _at_the call:
 _ _ __ _ Did_these_women quail_at the_sight
_      _  _     _     __ _    of a gun?
  _     _ Will_some soldier tell us_of one
  _ _ __      _         _ __  he saw run?
      _   Will_he glance at the_boats on the great
_ _ _      ___        _     _ western flood,
_ __  _ _ At Pittsburg and Shiloh, did_they faint
__      __     _ _      _ _   at the blood?
 ___   _  And the brave wife of Grant stood there
  __   _   _ _             ___with them then,
  __   _  And her calm stately presence gave_strength
_        _                   _to_his men.