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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Across The Lines</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Left for dead? I—Charlie Coleman,<br> On the field we won—and lost,<br>Like a dog; the ditch my death-bed<br> My pillow but a log across.<br>Helpless hangs my arm beside me,<br> Drooping lies my aching head;<br>How strange it sounded when that soldier,<br> Passing, spoke of me as "dead."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead? and here—where yonder banner<br> Flaunts its scanty group of stars,<br>And that rebel emblem binds me<br> Close within those bloody bars.<br>Dead? without a stone to tell it,<br> Nor a flower above my breast!<br>Dead? where none will whisper softly,<br> "Here a brave man lies at rest!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Help me, Thou, my mother's helper,—<br> Jesus, Thou who biding here,<br>Loved me like an earthly mother,<br> Be thou still to aid me near.<br>Give me strength to totter yonder,<br> Hold me up till o'er me shines<br>The flag of Union—there she promised<br> To meet me, just beyond the lines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well I know how she will wander<br> Where a woman's foot may stray,<br>Looking with those eyes so tender<br> Where the poor boys wounded lay.<br>How her hand will bring them water,<br> For her own boy Charlie's sake,<br>And when dying bid them whisper,<br> "I pray the Lord my soul to take."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! I stand on foot but feebly,<br> And the blood runs very fast,<br>Yet by fence and bush I'll stagger<br> Till the rebel lines be past.<br>"Courage, Charlie! twist it tighter,—<br> The tourniquet about your arm;<br>Be a man—don't faint and shiver<br> When the lifetide trickles warm."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faint and week,—still coming, mother,<br> Walking some, but creeping more,<br>Fearing lest the watchful sentry<br> Stops the heart-beat,—slow before<br>Stay—with fingers ruddy dabbled<br> Loose the belt your waist confines;<br>Write upon it "Charlie Coleman—<br> Carry him across the lines."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trembling letters—but some stranger<br> Chance may read them when I'm gone,<br>And for the sake of love and pity<br> Bear my lifeless body on.<br>Coming! ah—what means this darkness—<br> Night too soon is coming on.<br>Mother, are you waiting?—"Jesus,<br> Tell her that with You I've gone."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the head her heart had pillowed,<br> Drooping laid it down to rest,<br>As calm as when in baby slumber<br> Its locks were cradled on her breast.<br>Glowed the sunset o'er the meadow,<br> Lighting up the gloomy pines,<br>Where a body only lingered—<br> Charlie's soul had crossed the lines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A passing soldier—foe, yet human—<br> Stooped to read the words of blood;<br>So pitiful, so sadly earnest;<br> And bore him onward through the wood.<br>Beneath the white flag bore him safely.<br> Now, while Indian Summer shines,<br>A mother's tears dew springing myrtle,<br> O'er Charlie's grave across the lines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ethel+Lynn+Beers">Ethel Lynn Beers</a> from <i>Pen Pictures of the War</i><div class=q>
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