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Memorial Day, 1908.There*® a little town In Jersey, not quite unknown to fame,As fond of trotting horses, Newton is its name,And there a hand of brothers grew to manhood side by side,And gay and bright life seemed to them while youth all tare defied.Butjcame a time in *61 which stirred their youthful hearts.When war itt sullen banner flung upon the breeze, and darts Of patriotic fire and love went shooting through|those three,“I'm going to war,-’ I’m going too! * “Oh, you're too young you see!,fThus spoke the two who were at home; the third was in the south, “Mother, I'm coming home,'* he wrote, “to see what's this about. He came, but paused at T- enton, and there enrolled his name,In the Third New Jersey Infantry, (that Third is known to fame.) The n«»t went with the 18th New York Volunteer*,Just leaving little Jimmie at home to dry his tears.“I'm sixteen only; yet I'll go; No one shall me forbid,’Said Jimmie “times are here too slow,” so to New York he slid.His father went and brought him home, but Jimmie warned them all, “I'm going where the boys are; I love the bugle call! ’He waited for a week or two;—they thought that he'd forgot,But Jimmie was a wise boy: inside He thought a lot,One day when Jimmie • mother sent him to the store With butter plate and money, to be gone half hour, no more.He left the plate and took the cash, and boarded the next train To New York, enlisted there, and skipped to war again!Brave little Jimmie! He came beck with a title to hi* name,And the neatest furrow 'cross his scalp, a bullet plowed that same.And Gray came home with one leg off; South Mountain duJ that harmAnd the third came home on crutches and a bayonet through Hit arm. Those brothers three who offered life to save the Union dear, Have gone where all must go at last, but left a record clear; They've answered io the last roll call, and 'neath the sod they lie.No bugle note will wake them, where they rest beneath the sky,Where the plumy grass Is waving on each Memorial Bay,And the dirge is softly sounded and comrades old and gray With faltering step, uncovered head, and banner drooping low, Again we count the brothers three who loved the Union so.Oh I Great Commander of the host who gave their lives to save. The Union when it needed most the men now in their grave,On this out hallowed Memorial Day our hearts are full of love For those who’ve gone, for these who stay, waiting their call above.KATHARINE O. KNpX,1*1 West 100th street. New York city,May 2*. 1*08.
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Middletown Orange County Times Press
Middletown, New York, US
Fri, May 29, 1908
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