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Maine Lumberjacks 141
6 Of those dear homes they left behind;
A dim and lessening speck, When they marched away to Canada, Beside the Kennebec.
7 And one a brave and noble boy,
With kindling cheek and eye, Whose smile and voice brought light to all, Lay down at last to die:
8 To die of hunger's gnawing pain,
A fate that some must share, Who closed with tears his soft blue eyes, And heard his dying prayer.
9 They took a bright curl from his brow, —
The 'kerchief from his neck, And laid him neath the autumn leaves, Beside the Kennebec.
10 Within a fair New England home,
Are kept those relics yet; The story of our Stormy Past True hearts will not forget.
11 A sister's son kept bright this theme,
It passed from son to son: — And now when winter evenings come And talk and song are done,
12 The grandsire tells the story o'er,
With a tear he will not check, Of the boy who died so long ago, Beside the Kennebec. |
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