Soldiers' Letters, from Camp, Battlefield and Prison

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Lydia Minturn Post
Bunce & Huntington, 1865 - 472 pages

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Page 42 - And the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick : the people that dwell therein shall be forgiven their iniquity.
Page 315 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 186 - Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Stand in His strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you, Ye dare not trust your own. Put on the gospel armor, Each piece put on with prayer; Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there.
Page 104 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Page 71 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Page 407 - Whether on the scaffold high or in the battle's van, The noblest place for man to die is where he dies for man.
Page 324 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 179 - The Lord to me a shepherd is, want therefore shall not I: He in the folds of tender grass, doth cause me down to lie...
Page 38 - If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot.
Page 106 - 11 think so still. Better thet all our ships an' all their crews Should sink to rot in ocean's dreamless ooze, Each torn flag wavin

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