Existing comment:
To the Army correspondents and artists 1861-65 whose toils cheered the camps, thrilled the fireside, educated provinces of rustics into a bright nation of readers and gave incentive to narrate distant wars and explore dark lands.
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1896
O wondrous youth;
Through this grand ruth
Runs my boy's life its thread.
The General's fame, the battle's name
The rolls of maimed and dead;
I bear with my thrilled soul astir
And lonely thoughts and fears
And am but history's courier
To bind the conquering years.
A battle ray through ages gray;
To light to deeds sublime
And flash the lustre of my day
Down all the aisles of time.
War Correspondents' Ballad 1863 |