Poem, undated
            Arise from your dreams of the future,
Of gaining a hard fought field,
Of storming the airy fortress,
Of bidding the giant yield;
Your future bids deeds of glory,
Of honor; (God grant it may!)
But ne’er may your arm be stronger,
Or needed as now, to day.
 
Arise! for the hour is passing;
The sound that you dimly hear,
Is your enemy marching to battle!
Rise! rise! for the foe is near!
Stay not then to gild your weapons,
The hour will strike at last,
From dreams of coming battle
You’ll waken and find it past.
                                   
                                    Huldah
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(1033)DL0152.0868Letters

Manuscript Poem by Hulda, Associated with First Lieutenant George W. Browning, 54th Ohio Infantry; Accompanied by Cover Postmarked from Topeka, Kansas


Tags: Fighting, Poetry

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  • (142) [origination] ~ Topeka, Shawnee County, Kansas

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Poem, undated, DL0152.086