The Boy Lay on the Battle-plain


Published by Chas.Magnus, 12 Frankfort St., N.Y.

The Boy Lag on The Battle-Plain.

The boy lay on the Battle-plain,
The sun was sinking fast,
His brow was damp with dews of pain,—
Each breath appeared his last!
But to his comrade thus he spoke:—
“When you my mother see,
Return this Bible—which she gave
At parting unto me!

“And tell her, from its sacred page
I learned each day that passed,
The lessons that support me now,
That I am dying fast;
’Twill comfort her to know her boy
Was well content to die,
For he should meet again with joy
His mother in the sky!

“Yes, give her back this book again,
She’ll prize beyond degree
This relie from the bloody plain,
That was such help to me!
Now—comrade—all seems growing dim;
Your hand—one grip—the last!”
—One gentle sigh, one pressure soft;
Then that youg life had pass’d.

500 Illustrated Ballads, lithographed and printed by CHARLES MAGNUS, No. 12 Frankfort Street, New York.

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