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THE WINTRY BLAST GOES WAILING BY: Like a vision evoked by Gordon McCabes verse rises this encampment of the Forty-fourth New York on the Virginia plains.

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Title: The photographic history of the Civil War : in ten volumes
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Miller, Francis Trevelyan, 1877-1959 Lanier, Robert S. (Robert Sampson), 1880-
Subjects: War photography
Publisher: New York : Review of Reviews Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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er—from the faceWhen they flashed the lantern on it, Gilding all the purple shade,And stooped to raise him softly,— Thats my mother, sir, he said. Tell her —but he wandered, slipping Into tangled words and cries,—Something about Mac and Hooker, Something dropping through the criesAbout the kitten by the fire, And mothers cranberry-pies; and thereThe words fell, and an utter Silence brooded in the air. Just as he was drifting from them, Out into the dark, alone(Poor old mother, waiting for your message, Waiting with the kitten, all alone!),Through the hush his voice broke,— Tell her— Thank you, Doctor—when you can,—Tell her that I kissed her picture, And wished Id been a better man. Ah, I wonder if the red feet Of departed battle-hoursMay not leave for us their searching Message from those distant hours.Sisters, daughters, mothers, think you, Would your heroes now or then,Dying, kiss your pictured faces, Wishing theyd been better men? Elizabeth Stuakt Phelps Ward. (146)
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THE WINTRY BLAST GOES WAILING BY Like a vision evoked by Gordon McCabes verse rises this encampment of the Forty-fourth New York onthe Virginia plains. The snow that covers the foreground suggests of itself the faint smoke that rises fromthe camp and hovers like a veil over the hillside beyond. One may suppose that the owl, for all his feathersis a-cold, and that hares go limping through the frozen grass. Yet it is not so much the effort to keep warmamid the bleak surroundings that brings gloom to the soldiers heart. It is rather the emotions which theSouthern poet has expressed in Tennysonian stanzas. Distant from home, or with no home to return to,the soldier feels the loss of those domestic relations which fill life with warmth and hope. The patriotismthat leads to enlistment, or the ardor that springs from wars wild alarms, must sooner or later give way for atime to the simple human emotions that even a child can share and understand. East, west, homes best.U—101 CHRISTMAS NIGHT

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