Enlisted.
- by W. A. Kendall.
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- "YOU'VE donned the peerless uniform
- Of good old Uncle Sam "—
- Around my neck her arms she threw,
- And to her breast my own she drew—
- With tears her fond eyes swam.
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- "You're dearer to me than I thought —
- Since in this steadfast hue
- Your form was draped, its impress takes
- A depth such as a hero's makes—
- All hail, my own true blue!
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- "Prouder am I to see you thus —
- Though it preludes good-by —
- Than were you crowned perchance a king,
- Whose name in action ne'er did ring,
- Whose soul gives fame the lie.
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- "Your stature seems to gain in height
- from your high motive's aim;
- And to such eminence my heart
- Is lifted, I am strong to part —
- Oh! to reserve were shame!
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- "Go, save our country! she is first—
- Stand guard until you fall;
- Or till the danger overcome
- Shall respite the alarum-drum —
- I will delay recall.
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- "Go, where along the lurid front
- The Union vanguards tramp!
- Do your whole duty, danger spurn,
- When Freedom's laurelled, then return —
- These arms shall be your camp!
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- "As I would ask, so you have done —
- ‘God shield you!’ is my charm:
- Should you survive, redeem this kiss
- And should you perish, one will miss
- From life its sweetest balm.
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- "These tears attest the grief I feel—
- God's and my own true blue!
- For every one speed thou a shot;
- When quietus the foe has got,
- Valor for love may sue."
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- So spoke my own brave girl, and fled,
- Fearing her heart's dread pain
- Would traitor prove unto her will,
- And rising with rebellious thrill,
- Persuade me to remain.
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- To die for her were sweeter far
- Than loved by less to live;
- Such natures wear an aspect grand,
- As with an unreserving hand
- They answer Duty's "give!"
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- O woman! how much patriot fire
- Thy breath has woke to flame!
- How many heroes were not such
- But for thy consecrating touch,
- None less than God can name!
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