Private Dalzell, His Autobiography, Poems, And Comic War Papers, Sketch of John Gray, Washington's Last Soldier, Etc
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It seemed youngsr then than it does now. Age and battle have written fiery 152 MY -WAE, SKETCHES, ETC. scars on its folds since tten. It is, indeed, the old flag now, a quarter of a century older than it was when we first fell in behind it, and it streamed on before. Then it was the morning of our lives — nothing had aged, our wrinkles and scars were yet unrecorded on the fair scrolls of our hopes and ambitions. A gun — I knew no more about war than it knew about me. Yet we had all sworn to tak...e up muskets and shoot rebels dead, dead, dead, or oftener if need be. No wonder the flag laughed, and only we were solemn, all ignorant of coming events, yet innocent of premonitory shadow, for there were no shad- ows anywhere yet, curtained as we were then in the armored blush of youth. We stood with our bright young faces there in the sunlight of early day, and, as we faced the future, it stood out all blank before us. But behind that awful shadow " God kept watch above his own." And so a pair of fair young hands firmly seized the staff from which the flag floated, and the old banner looked lovingly down ; its stars glittered as they gleamed at us from their fields of blue, and their alter- nate stripes of red and white swayed in the morning air with a beauty no tongue can ever express.
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