December 14, 1864. Vol. 1. No. 12. Page 1.
[Among the forests of Virginia near the winter quarters of the Army of the Potomac is an unknown grave with a wooden slab at its base bearing this inscription: “A Union Soldier-mustered out.”]
Mustered out from din of battle.
Clouds of smoke and wreaths of flame,
From the muskets; ceaseless rattle,
Scattering showers of fiery rain;
From the bursting bomb-shells flying.
From the booming cannons’ roar,
Mingled with the groans of dying,
Passing to the farther shore.
Mustered out from marches weary,
Rations short, and dreams of home,
Bivouacs in the forest dreary,
Picket duty all alone;
Mustered out from earthly sorrow,
From life’s trouble, toil and pain,
Restless longing for the morrow,
Seeking happiness in vain.
Ye who read this touching story.
Can you for a moment doubt
Of the rapture, all the glory
Out of this simple mustering out?
Can you picture the transition?
From the deepest shades of night,
To the sudden, glorious vision
Of the dazzling world of light?
Think of that great Bounty given
Where our soldier’s Mustered In!
Think of changing Earth for Heaven,
Throwing off the yoke of sin
Leaving mortal for immortal,
Grieves below for joys above,
Entering the heavenly portal,
Happy in a Savior’s love.