Wayside Posies; Original Poems of the Country Life
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AT THE GRINDSTONE.
He went ! he went ! he could not choose but go !
And me and my old woman wearied here : We knew that men must fall and blood must flow.
But still had many a thought to lighten fear : Those Russian men could never be so bad As kill or harm so very small a lad ; A lad that should have been at school or play!
A little baby in a coat o' red !
What ! touch our little Johnie ? No, not they 1 Why, they had little ones themselves, we said.
Billie, the little lad we loved so well Was ...slain among the very first that fell !
Mark that ! A bullet from a murderous gun Singled him out, and struck him to the brain : He fell — our boy, our joy, our little one — His bright hair dark with many a bloody stain, ' His clammy hands clenched tight, his eyes o' brown Looking through smoke and fire to Stamford town !
What, call that war ! to slay a helpless child Who never, never hurt a living thing !
Butchered, for what we know, too, while he smiled On the strange light all round him, wondering !
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
AT THE GRINDSTONE.
He went ! he went ! he could not choose but go !
And me and my old woman wearied here : We knew that men must fall and blood must flow.
But still had many a thought to lighten fear : Those Russian men could never be so bad As kill or harm so very small a lad ; A lad that should have been at school or play!
A little baby in a coat o' red !
What ! touch our little Johnie ? No, not they 1 Why, they had little ones themselves, we said.
Billie, the little lad we loved so well Was ...slain among the very first that fell !
Mark that ! A bullet from a murderous gun Singled him out, and struck him to the brain : He fell — our boy, our joy, our little one — His bright hair dark with many a bloody stain, ' His clammy hands clenched tight, his eyes o' brown Looking through smoke and fire to Stamford town !
What, call that war ! to slay a helpless child Who never, never hurt a living thing !
Butchered, for what we know, too, while he smiled On the strange light all round him, wondering !
What to read after Wayside Posies; Original Poems of the Country Life?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Buchanan, Robert Williams, 1841-1901 to read onlineMoreLess
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