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  • G E Mayers
    Jun 11, 2012

      Here is something that might be comparable from a Confederate standpoint:

      Lines on a Confederate Note
      Representing nothing on God's earth now,
      And naught in the waters below it,
      As the pledge of a nation that's dead and gone,
      Keep it, dear friend, and show it.

      Show it to those who will lend an ear
      To the tale that this trifle can tell
      Of Liberty born of the patriot's dream,
      Of a storm-cradled nation that fell.

      Too poor to possess the precious ores,
      And too much of a stranger to borrow,
      We issued to-day our promise to pay,
      And hoped to redeem on the morrow.

      The days rolled by and weeks became years,
      But our coffers were empty still;
      Coin was so rare that the treasury'd quake
      If a dollar should drop in the till.

      But the faith that was in us was strong, indeed,
      And our poverty well we discerned,
      And this little check represented the pay
      That our suffering veterans earned.

      We knew it had hardly a value in gold,
      Yet as gold each soldier received it;
      It gazed in our eyes with a promise to pay,
      And each Southern patriot believed it.

      But our boys thought little of price or of pay,
      Or of bills that were overdue;
      We knew if it brought us our bread to-day,
      'Twas the best our poor country could do.

      Keep it, it tells all our history o'er,
      From the birth of our dream to its last;
      Modest, and born of the Angel Hope,
      Like our hope of success, it passed.Major S A Jonas, cited from http://www.civilwarpoetry.org/confederate/postwar/note.html-----Original Message-----
      From: TalkAntietam@yahoogroups.com [mailto:TalkAntietam@yahoogroups.com]On Behalf Of MikeL49NYVI@...
      Sent: Sunday, June 10, 2012 10:21 PM
      To: talkantietam@yahoogroups.com
      Subject: [TalkAntietam] John Hendricks poem

      OK everyone, here is the poem. It really speaks for itself, and all I can
      say is that every time I read it I hope that I have done enough to fulfill
      the last sentence.

      Mike L

      When the Boys In Blue Are Gone

      When the comrades have departed,

      When the veterans are no more,
      When the bugle call is sounded
      On that everlasting shore.
      When life's weary march is ended,
      When campfires slumber long,
      Who will tell the world the story
      When the boys in blue are gone?

      Who will tell about their marching,

      From Atlanta to the sea?
      Who will halt, and wait and listen,
      When they hear the reveille?
      Who will join to swell the chorus,
      Of some old, Grand Army song?
      Who will tell the story
      When the boys in blue are gone?

      Sons and daughters of this nation,
      You must tell of triumphs won,
      When on earth our work is ended,
      And the veteran claims his own.
      You must all cherish Old Glory,
      And its teachings pass along.
      You must tell the world the story,
      When the boys in blue are gone.

      To that flag, our country's emblem,
      You must pledge allegiance, too.
      To that flag, our country's emblem,
      May your hearts be ever true.
      That the nation be protected,
      'Gainst injustice, and all wrong;
      You must tell the world the story
      When the boys in blue are gone.

      You must keep your country's honor,
      From each stripe withhold all stain;
      You must take the veterans places
      And repeat the roll of fame.
      You must keep your country's honor
      And your flag above all wrong,
      Then we'll trust you with the story
      When the boys in blue are gone

      John Hendricks 89th Indiana Infantry

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