BY H. N. M.
February 8, 1865. Vol. 1. No. 19. Page 3
Farewell, ‘tis midnight’s solemn hour,
And we must part again:
This little word has mighty power
To thrill our hearts with pain.
Farewell, my darling, precious wife,
My country calls—I go;
And leave the priceless things of life—
‘Tis God that wills it so.
Farewell, my armour’s buckled on,
I’ll battle with my might,
Till glorious victory is won
For honorand the right.
Farewell, O, do not longer weep,
But smile once more on me,
Upon my heart a light I’ll keep
Till I return to thee.
Farewell, dear wife the midnight hour
Will soon be drawing near;
Look up, take courage, have no fear,
The night will pass away.
Farewell, God will protect thee still,
Our little ones so dear—
I leave them to His holy will—
Without a thought of fear.
Farewell, thou would’st not have me stay,
For thy true woman’s heart
Would with me in the drama play
A Christian patriot’s part.
Upon our Country’s alter, then,
This sacrifice we’ll lay—
Farewell—God grant we meet again,
I can no longer stay.