May 31, 1865. Vol. 1. No. 35. Page 4
A song for the men of the Invalid Corps,
Whose days in the front of the battle are o’er;
Their work there is done, it was wrought with a will,
And they’re serving their country as faithfully still.
How they fought for the Flag let the “Wilderness” tell.
Fort Wagner, Cool Arbor, and Mobile as well,
Lookout Mountain, where many a hero was slain,
And Ressaca, where bullets were showered like rain.
They have stood by the guns where the shell and the shot
Fell thickly around them, yet faltering not,
They have charged on the foe where a thousand must fall,
Or have stood as a mark for the sharpshooter’s ball.
The arm that’s now shattered, our banner once bore,
Floating proudly as Freedom’s Flag ever shall soar;
The foot that’s now limping ne’er faltered in fight,
Nor ever turned backward in cowardly flight.
For each man today in the Invalid Corps,
At the front there is standing one soldier the more;
What matters a difference in place or in name?
If the soldier be loyal his work is the same.
When three hundred thousand are gathering to go,
To fill up the ranks in the front of the foe;
Good order and peace in the rear to preserve,
We’ve the Invalid Corps left—the Veteran Reserve.
We look on them trustfully, feeling that still
They have strength and decision, good courage and skill,
To save or defend us, if danger should come,
Of raids from abroad, or of traitors at home.
Oh soldiers, we’re proud of the name that you bear!
And we honor you more for each scar that you wear;
You have won in our hearts a sure home and a place
Which the years rolling onward shall never efface.