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‘It’s about putting a historic wrong, right’ says councillor as West Surrey council to have Middlesex included in name
Cllr Harry Boparai described feeling as if his area’s identity had been erased, and has pushed for the…
#London #Britain #UnitedKingdom #UK #GB #England #Headlines #News #Europe #EU #Hounslow #SpelthorneBoroughCouncil #Staines #Stanwell #Sunbury #Surrey #WestSurrey
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This morning we’re off to our doctor so @SockDiva can have her knee surgery assessed & then I’m off to #Sunbury in an effort to prove to #Westpac that I’m actually me before they restrict my #BankAccount.
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This morning we’re off to our doctor so @SockDiva can have her knee surgery assessed & then I’m off to #Sunbury in an effort to prove to #Westpac that I’m actually me before they restrict my #BankAccount.
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This morning we’re off to our doctor so @SockDiva can have her knee surgery assessed & then I’m off to #Sunbury in an effort to prove to #Westpac that I’m actually me before they restrict my #BankAccount.
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This morning we’re off to our doctor so @SockDiva can have her knee surgery assessed & then I’m off to #Sunbury in an effort to prove to #Westpac that I’m actually me before they restrict my #BankAccount.
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This morning we’re off to our doctor so @SockDiva can have her knee surgery assessed & then I’m off to #Sunbury in an effort to prove to #Westpac that I’m actually me before they restrict my #BankAccount.
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Hype for the Future 234A: Sunbury, Ohio
Overview The City of Sunbury is a small city located in the eastern portion of Delaware County in the State of Ohio along Routes 36, 3, 37, and 61 and associated with the Old Sunbury Courthouse, the Myers Inn Museum (Big Walnut Area Historical Society), the Major General William Starke Rosecrans Historical Marker, and the nearby Historic Chambers Road Covered Bridge to the north.https://novatopflex.wordpress.com/2026/06/22/hype-for-the-future-234a-sunbury-ohio/
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Hype for the Future 234A: Sunbury, Ohio
Overview The City of Sunbury is a small city located in the eastern portion of Delaware County in the State of Ohio along Routes 36, 3, 37, and 61 and associated with the Old Sunbury Courthouse, the Myers Inn Museum (Big Walnut Area Historical Society), the Major General William Starke Rosecrans Historical Marker, and the nearby Historic Chambers Road Covered Bridge to the north.https://novatopflex.wordpress.com/2026/06/22/hype-for-the-future-234a-sunbury-ohio/
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Hype for the Future 234A: Sunbury, Ohio
Overview The City of Sunbury is a small city located in the eastern portion of Delaware County in the State of Ohio along Routes 36, 3, 37, and 61 and associated with the Old Sunbury Courthouse, the Myers Inn Museum (Big Walnut Area Historical Society), the Major General William Starke Rosecrans Historical Marker, and the nearby Historic Chambers Road Covered Bridge to the north.https://novatopflex.wordpress.com/2026/06/22/hype-for-the-future-234a-sunbury-ohio/
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Hype for the Future 234A: Sunbury, Ohio
Overview The City of Sunbury is a small city located in the eastern portion of Delaware County in the State of Ohio along Routes 36, 3, 37, and 61 and associated with the Old Sunbury Courthouse, the Myers Inn Museum (Big Walnut Area Historical Society), the Major General William Starke Rosecrans Historical Marker, and the nearby Historic Chambers Road Covered Bridge to the north.https://novatopflex.wordpress.com/2026/06/22/hype-for-the-future-234a-sunbury-ohio/
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Hype for the Future 234A: Sunbury, Ohio
Overview The City of Sunbury is a small city located in the eastern portion of Delaware County in the State of Ohio along Routes 36, 3, 37, and 61 and associated with the Old Sunbury Courthouse, the Myers Inn Museum (Big Walnut Area Historical Society), the Major General William Starke Rosecrans Historical Marker, and the nearby Historic Chambers Road Covered Bridge to the north.https://novatopflex.wordpress.com/2026/06/22/hype-for-the-future-234a-sunbury-ohio/
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Chris Papst | Failure Factory | Comic Crusaders Podcast #714
On this episode of...
https://comiccrusaders.com/comics/comic-book-previews/chris-papst-failure-factory-comic-crusaders-podcast-714/
#Chris Papst #Failure Factory #Project Baltimore #Fox45 #Baltimore City Public Schools #education reform #investigative journalism #public schools #school funding #education accountability #school safety #grade changing #data manipulation #Comic Crusaders Podcast #Al Mega #Radio Free Press #Sunbury Press -
Chris Papst | Failure Factory | Comic Crusaders Podcast #714
On this episode of...
https://comiccrusaders.com/comics/comic-book-previews/chris-papst-failure-factory-comic-crusaders-podcast-714/
#Chris Papst #Failure Factory #Project Baltimore #Fox45 #Baltimore City Public Schools #education reform #investigative journalism #public schools #school funding #education accountability #school safety #grade changing #data manipulation #Comic Crusaders Podcast #Al Mega #Radio Free Press #Sunbury Press -
Chris Papst | Failure Factory | Comic Crusaders Podcast #714
On this episode of...
https://comiccrusaders.com/comics/comic-book-previews/chris-papst-failure-factory-comic-crusaders-podcast-714/
#Chris Papst #Failure Factory #Project Baltimore #Fox45 #Baltimore City Public Schools #education reform #investigative journalism #public schools #school funding #education accountability #school safety #grade changing #data manipulation #Comic Crusaders Podcast #Al Mega #Radio Free Press #Sunbury Press -
Chris Papst | Failure Factory | Comic Crusaders Podcast #714
On this episode of...
https://comiccrusaders.com/comics/comic-book-previews/chris-papst-failure-factory-comic-crusaders-podcast-714/
#Chris Papst #Failure Factory #Project Baltimore #Fox45 #Baltimore City Public Schools #education reform #investigative journalism #public schools #school funding #education accountability #school safety #grade changing #data manipulation #Comic Crusaders Podcast #Al Mega #Radio Free Press #Sunbury Press -
Chris Papst | Failure Factory | Comic Crusaders Podcast #714
On this episode of...
https://comiccrusaders.com/comics/comic-book-previews/chris-papst-failure-factory-comic-crusaders-podcast-714/
#Chris Papst #Failure Factory #Project Baltimore #Fox45 #Baltimore City Public Schools #education reform #investigative journalism #public schools #school funding #education accountability #school safety #grade changing #data manipulation #Comic Crusaders Podcast #Al Mega #Radio Free Press #Sunbury Press -
https://www.europesays.com/uk/843870/ Surrey area to get new bright pink bins to recycle small electrical items #Environment #Science #Shepperton #SpelthorneBoroughCouncil #Staines #Stanwell #Sunbury #Surrey #UK #UnitedKingdom
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We’ve always got our #bushfire #goBags ready.
If we’re told to evacuate, we’ll head to #RedRooster in #Sunbury.
Why Red Rooster?
Chicken! 🤤🤤🍗🍗
#Victoria #ExtremeFireDanger #ExtremeHeatWave #ClimateCrisis #auspol
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On 30 November, the new #MetroTunnel in #Melbourne 🇦🇺 opened that allows Metro Trains to avoid the city loop. Trains are currently running only every 20 minutes from 10 am to 3 pm providing direct services between #Footscray and #Westall. Regular service will start in February connecting #Sunbury with #Pakenham and #Cranbourne.
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On 30 November, the new #MetroTunnel in #Melbourne 🇦🇺 opened that allows Metro Trains to avoid the city loop. Trains are currently running only every 20 minutes from 10 am to 3 pm providing direct services between #Footscray and #Westall. Regular service will start in February connecting #Sunbury with #Pakenham and #Cranbourne.
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On 30 November, the new #MetroTunnel in #Melbourne 🇦🇺 opened that allows Metro Trains to avoid the city loop. Trains are currently running only every 20 minutes from 10 am to 3 pm providing direct services between #Footscray and #Westall. Regular service will start in February connecting #Sunbury with #Pakenham and #Cranbourne.
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On 30 November, the new #MetroTunnel in #Melbourne 🇦🇺 opened that allows Metro Trains to avoid the city loop. Trains are currently running only every 20 minutes from 10 am to 3 pm providing direct services between #Footscray and #Westall. Regular service will start in February connecting #Sunbury with #Pakenham and #Cranbourne.
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On 30 November, the new #MetroTunnel in #Melbourne 🇦🇺 opened that allows Metro Trains to avoid the city loop. Trains are currently running only every 20 minutes from 10 am to 3 pm providing direct services between #Footscray and #Westall. Regular service will start in February connecting #Sunbury with #Pakenham and #Cranbourne.
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Sunbury residents fear waste-to-energy proposal risks health and environment
North-west of Melbourne is a suburb known as a mix of both country and c…
#NewsBeep #News #Environment #AU #Australia #DeakinUniversity #Denmark #electricity #ellageorge #HiQ #incinerator #infrastructurevictoria #inquiry #joshbull #landfill #lilyd'ambrosio #Politics #Science #skislope #sunbury #sunburyresidentsassociation #trevorthornton #Victoria #wastemanagement #wastetoenergy
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#Bunnings #Sunbury #DisabledParking signs are fading away.
For a change the disabled parking spots aren’t full of tradies utes!
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Our #GuzmanYGomez #Sunbury experience last week continues…
Despite charging us for 2 meals & giving us only 1 - with a very long hair in it! - in correspondence received yesterday, they hope we’ll go back & give them another try!
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Our #GuzmanYGomez #Sunbury experience last week continues…
Despite charging us for 2 meals & giving us only 1 - with a very long hair in it! - in correspondence received yesterday, they hope we’ll go back & give them another try!
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I couldn’t call what they served us “Mexican food”.
The beef was tasteless, having no flavour apart from the sauce that was on it.
The long hair mixed in the meat didn’t do much for my appetite either.
Oh well, we tried this new #Sunbury eatery.
We won’t bother with them again.
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Often spotted barefoot in public.
The son of a former #Victoria Police officer.
source https://write.as/thewhiterosesociety/do-you-know-these-neo-nazis-heres-how-you-can-help
#australia #nsn #nazisooknetwork #nazisnitchnetwork #nazis #neonazis #vicpol #vicgov #naarm #melbourne #rightwing #farright #bigot #hypocrite #fascist #ausgov #auspol #tasgov #taspol #politas
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Often spotted barefoot in public.
The son of a former #Victoria Police officer.
source https://write.as/thewhiterosesociety/do-you-know-these-neo-nazis-heres-how-you-can-help
#australia #nsn #nazisooknetwork #nazisnitchnetwork #nazis #neonazis #vicpol #vicgov #naarm #melbourne #rightwing #farright #bigot #hypocrite #fascist #ausgov #auspol #tasgov #taspol #politas
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Often spotted barefoot in public.
The son of a former #Victoria Police officer.
source https://write.as/thewhiterosesociety/do-you-know-these-neo-nazis-heres-how-you-can-help
#australia #nsn #nazisooknetwork #nazisnitchnetwork #nazis #neonazis #vicpol #vicgov #naarm #melbourne #rightwing #farright #bigot #hypocrite #fascist #ausgov #auspol #tasgov #taspol #politas
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Often spotted barefoot in public.
The son of a former #Victoria Police officer.
source https://write.as/thewhiterosesociety/do-you-know-these-neo-nazis-heres-how-you-can-help
#australia #nsn #nazisooknetwork #nazisnitchnetwork #nazis #neonazis #vicpol #vicgov #naarm #melbourne #rightwing #farright #bigot #hypocrite #fascist #ausgov #auspol #tasgov #taspol #politas
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Often spotted barefoot in public.
The son of a former #Victoria Police officer.
source https://write.as/thewhiterosesociety/do-you-know-these-neo-nazis-heres-how-you-can-help
#australia #nsn #nazisooknetwork #nazisnitchnetwork #nazis #neonazis #vicpol #vicgov #naarm #melbourne #rightwing #farright #bigot #hypocrite #fascist #ausgov #auspol #tasgov #taspol #politas
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Poetry of the American Civil War: “An Evening in Camp” (December 28, 1861)
“Our Heaven Born Banner” (William Bauly, circa 1861, U.S. Library of Congress, public domain).
It is evening on the camp ground, and the fading sunlight gleams,
Over hill tops, into valleys and adown the winding streams;Weary drill at last is ended, and the soldiers gather in
To the music of the fifers and the sweet-toned violin.Noble sons of patriot fathers, loving freedom most of all,
Dreading more the tyrant’s sceptre than the rifle’s deadly ball;Each within his homely quarters, on his hard unpillowed bed,
Takes the uninviting supper, by no loving mother spread.Not for them the winter fire where the family group is found,
Pleasant converse, peals of laughter, merry jestings circling round;Where the mother piles her knitting, and the sisters read or sew,
And the father paints in language, “miracles of long ago.”Not for them! yet through their changes, Memory keeps her taper bright,
Lighting up the streams of day-time, and the visions of the night;Hearts that know no selfish terror, through their tender pulses send,
Throbs of strong magnetic feeling, to the parent or the friend.One is writing to his mother, and his thoughtful eye grows dim,
With the memory of her kindness, and her loving care for him;Patient of his youthful follies, quick to lead and slow to blame,
Rising with his rising honor, sinking if he sink to shame.Well she knows her pillowed slumbers are not as they were of old;
Well he knows the grief and terror that her pen hath never told;And he sees the dark brown tresses, growing whiter day by day,
Since her country’s tocsin sounded, and she gave her all away.And another reads the message that a Father’s hand hath sent,
Strong in courage, wise in council, glowing with a high intent;“All his prayers go forth to bless him–he has been his pride and joy,
And the hopes of past and present crowd around his darling boy.”With a quivering lip he folds it, but his keen and steady eye,
Speaks the strong, unshaken courage, that shall conquer or shall die;Gentle words a wife has written, there the husband reads to-night,
And his manly tears are hidden in the fading winter light.Then he folds his daughter’s billet in a warm and close embrace,
Her’s, who holds the prisoned sunbeams of eight summers in her face;Ah! he cares not for the blunders, through each blurred and crooked line,
All the glances of her blue eyes and her bady graces shine.Needs must tremble they who called him from such pleasures to the strife,
He will keep his vow of vengeance at the peril of his life;Where the sunbeams linger longest, heeding not the frosty air,
With his pale young forehead shaded, sits another reading there.One who loved him like the poets, shared this in the days gone by,
And each line looks kindly at him through that sister’s speaking eye.“Sits she in the dear old Study, reading what I read to-night,
Tracing out the rhythmic numbers, in the flashing crimson light;Or, perchance, the lamps are lighted, and she pens the gentle line
That gives olden warmth and comfort to this stranger life of mine.”There a young man holds a locket, gazing on a face so dear,
That the past becomes the present, and the far away the near;Over streams, and hills and vallies, he is standing by her side,
And her dark brown eyes are liquid with the gush of love and pride.Sweeter than the sounds of summer is the language that she speaks;
Fairer than June’s fairest blossoms, are the roses on her cheeks,And he feels to-day more worthy plighted heart and hand,
Than when peace and smiling plenty blessed his sorrowing Fatherland.Breaking on the evening’s bustle calls the drum to muster roll,
And the soldier’s sterner duties shade the fancies of his soul.Turning to their straw and blankets, quiet slumbers close them round;
Nothing but the sentry’s pacing breaks the silence of the ground,And the stars look kindly on them from the blue etherial sea,
Leading on the Hosts of Freemen through the gates of victory.MELROSE
Source:
“Select Poetry [from the West Chester (Pa) Times].” Sunbury, Pennsylvania: The Sunbury American, 28 December 1861.
#America #AmericanCivilWar #AmericanHistory #Army #Christmas #CivilWar #CivilWarArt #CivilWarPoetry #History #PennsylvaniaHistory #PennsylvaniaInTheCivilWar #Poetry #Sunbury #TheUnionArmy #USMilitaryAndTheUnionArmy #WestChester
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Poetry of the American Civil War: “An Evening in Camp” (December 28, 1861)
“Our Heaven Born Banner” (William Bauly, circa 1861, U.S. Library of Congress, public domain).
It is evening on the camp ground, and the fading sunlight gleams,
Over hill tops, into valleys and adown the winding streams;Weary drill at last is ended, and the soldiers gather in
To the music of the fifers and the sweet-toned violin.Noble sons of patriot fathers, loving freedom most of all,
Dreading more the tyrant’s sceptre than the rifle’s deadly ball;Each within his homely quarters, on his hard unpillowed bed,
Takes the uninviting supper, by no loving mother spread.Not for them the winter fire where the family group is found,
Pleasant converse, peals of laughter, merry jestings circling round;Where the mother piles her knitting, and the sisters read or sew,
And the father paints in language, “miracles of long ago.”Not for them! yet through their changes, Memory keeps her taper bright,
Lighting up the streams of day-time, and the visions of the night;Hearts that know no selfish terror, through their tender pulses send,
Throbs of strong magnetic feeling, to the parent or the friend.One is writing to his mother, and his thoughtful eye grows dim,
With the memory of her kindness, and her loving care for him;Patient of his youthful follies, quick to lead and slow to blame,
Rising with his rising honor, sinking if he sink to shame.Well she knows her pillowed slumbers are not as they were of old;
Well he knows the grief and terror that her pen hath never told;And he sees the dark brown tresses, growing whiter day by day,
Since her country’s tocsin sounded, and she gave her all away.And another reads the message that a Father’s hand hath sent,
Strong in courage, wise in council, glowing with a high intent;“All his prayers go forth to bless him–he has been his pride and joy,
And the hopes of past and present crowd around his darling boy.”With a quivering lip he folds it, but his keen and steady eye,
Speaks the strong, unshaken courage, that shall conquer or shall die;Gentle words a wife has written, there the husband reads to-night,
And his manly tears are hidden in the fading winter light.Then he folds his daughter’s billet in a warm and close embrace,
Her’s, who holds the prisoned sunbeams of eight summers in her face;Ah! he cares not for the blunders, through each blurred and crooked line,
All the glances of her blue eyes and her bady graces shine.Needs must tremble they who called him from such pleasures to the strife,
He will keep his vow of vengeance at the peril of his life;Where the sunbeams linger longest, heeding not the frosty air,
With his pale young forehead shaded, sits another reading there.One who loved him like the poets, shared this in the days gone by,
And each line looks kindly at him through that sister’s speaking eye.“Sits she in the dear old Study, reading what I read to-night,
Tracing out the rhythmic numbers, in the flashing crimson light;Or, perchance, the lamps are lighted, and she pens the gentle line
That gives olden warmth and comfort to this stranger life of mine.”There a young man holds a locket, gazing on a face so dear,
That the past becomes the present, and the far away the near;Over streams, and hills and vallies, he is standing by her side,
And her dark brown eyes are liquid with the gush of love and pride.Sweeter than the sounds of summer is the language that she speaks;
Fairer than June’s fairest blossoms, are the roses on her cheeks,And he feels to-day more worthy plighted heart and hand,
Than when peace and smiling plenty blessed his sorrowing Fatherland.Breaking on the evening’s bustle calls the drum to muster roll,
And the soldier’s sterner duties shade the fancies of his soul.Turning to their straw and blankets, quiet slumbers close them round;
Nothing but the sentry’s pacing breaks the silence of the ground,And the stars look kindly on them from the blue etherial sea,
Leading on the Hosts of Freemen through the gates of victory.MELROSE
Source:
“Select Poetry [from the West Chester (Pa) Times].” Sunbury, Pennsylvania: The Sunbury American, 28 December 1861.
#America #AmericanCivilWar #AmericanHistory #Army #Christmas #CivilWar #CivilWarArt #CivilWarPoetry #History #PennsylvaniaHistory #PennsylvaniaInTheCivilWar #Poetry #Sunbury #TheUnionArmy #USMilitaryAndTheUnionArmy #WestChester
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Poetry of the American Civil War: “An Evening in Camp” (December 28, 1861)
“Our Heaven Born Banner” (William Bauly, circa 1861, U.S. Library of Congress, public domain).
It is evening on the camp ground, and the fading sunlight gleams,
Over hill tops, into valleys and adown the winding streams;Weary drill at last is ended, and the soldiers gather in
To the music of the fifers and the sweet-toned violin.Noble sons of patriot fathers, loving freedom most of all,
Dreading more the tyrant’s sceptre than the rifle’s deadly ball;Each within his homely quarters, on his hard unpillowed bed,
Takes the uninviting supper, by no loving mother spread.Not for them the winter fire where the family group is found,
Pleasant converse, peals of laughter, merry jestings circling round;Where the mother piles her knitting, and the sisters read or sew,
And the father paints in language, “miracles of long ago.”Not for them! yet through their changes, Memory keeps her taper bright,
Lighting up the streams of day-time, and the visions of the night;Hearts that know no selfish terror, through their tender pulses send,
Throbs of strong magnetic feeling, to the parent or the friend.One is writing to his mother, and his thoughtful eye grows dim,
With the memory of her kindness, and her loving care for him;Patient of his youthful follies, quick to lead and slow to blame,
Rising with his rising honor, sinking if he sink to shame.Well she knows her pillowed slumbers are not as they were of old;
Well he knows the grief and terror that her pen hath never told;And he sees the dark brown tresses, growing whiter day by day,
Since her country’s tocsin sounded, and she gave her all away.And another reads the message that a Father’s hand hath sent,
Strong in courage, wise in council, glowing with a high intent;“All his prayers go forth to bless him–he has been his pride and joy,
And the hopes of past and present crowd around his darling boy.”With a quivering lip he folds it, but his keen and steady eye,
Speaks the strong, unshaken courage, that shall conquer or shall die;Gentle words a wife has written, there the husband reads to-night,
And his manly tears are hidden in the fading winter light.Then he folds his daughter’s billet in a warm and close embrace,
Her’s, who holds the prisoned sunbeams of eight summers in her face;Ah! he cares not for the blunders, through each blurred and crooked line,
All the glances of her blue eyes and her bady graces shine.Needs must tremble they who called him from such pleasures to the strife,
He will keep his vow of vengeance at the peril of his life;Where the sunbeams linger longest, heeding not the frosty air,
With his pale young forehead shaded, sits another reading there.One who loved him like the poets, shared this in the days gone by,
And each line looks kindly at him through that sister’s speaking eye.“Sits she in the dear old Study, reading what I read to-night,
Tracing out the rhythmic numbers, in the flashing crimson light;Or, perchance, the lamps are lighted, and she pens the gentle line
That gives olden warmth and comfort to this stranger life of mine.”There a young man holds a locket, gazing on a face so dear,
That the past becomes the present, and the far away the near;Over streams, and hills and vallies, he is standing by her side,
And her dark brown eyes are liquid with the gush of love and pride.Sweeter than the sounds of summer is the language that she speaks;
Fairer than June’s fairest blossoms, are the roses on her cheeks,And he feels to-day more worthy plighted heart and hand,
Than when peace and smiling plenty blessed his sorrowing Fatherland.Breaking on the evening’s bustle calls the drum to muster roll,
And the soldier’s sterner duties shade the fancies of his soul.Turning to their straw and blankets, quiet slumbers close them round;
Nothing but the sentry’s pacing breaks the silence of the ground,And the stars look kindly on them from the blue etherial sea,
Leading on the Hosts of Freemen through the gates of victory.MELROSE
Source:
“Select Poetry [from the West Chester (Pa) Times].” Sunbury, Pennsylvania: The Sunbury American, 28 December 1861.
#America #AmericanCivilWar #AmericanHistory #Army #Christmas #CivilWar #CivilWarArt #CivilWarPoetry #History #PennsylvaniaHistory #PennsylvaniaInTheCivilWar #Poetry #Sunbury #TheUnionArmy #USMilitaryAndTheUnionArmy #WestChester
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Poetry of the American Civil War: “An Evening in Camp” (December 28, 1861)
“Our Heaven Born Banner” (William Bauly, circa 1861, U.S. Library of Congress, public domain).
It is evening on the camp ground, and the fading sunlight gleams,
Over hill tops, into valleys and adown the winding streams;Weary drill at last is ended, and the soldiers gather in
To the music of the fifers and the sweet-toned violin.Noble sons of patriot fathers, loving freedom most of all,
Dreading more the tyrant’s sceptre than the rifle’s deadly ball;Each within his homely quarters, on his hard unpillowed bed,
Takes the uninviting supper, by no loving mother spread.Not for them the winter fire where the family group is found,
Pleasant converse, peals of laughter, merry jestings circling round;Where the mother piles her knitting, and the sisters read or sew,
And the father paints in language, “miracles of long ago.”Not for them! yet through their changes, Memory keeps her taper bright,
Lighting up the streams of day-time, and the visions of the night;Hearts that know no selfish terror, through their tender pulses send,
Throbs of strong magnetic feeling, to the parent or the friend.One is writing to his mother, and his thoughtful eye grows dim,
With the memory of her kindness, and her loving care for him;Patient of his youthful follies, quick to lead and slow to blame,
Rising with his rising honor, sinking if he sink to shame.Well she knows her pillowed slumbers are not as they were of old;
Well he knows the grief and terror that her pen hath never told;And he sees the dark brown tresses, growing whiter day by day,
Since her country’s tocsin sounded, and she gave her all away.And another reads the message that a Father’s hand hath sent,
Strong in courage, wise in council, glowing with a high intent;“All his prayers go forth to bless him–he has been his pride and joy,
And the hopes of past and present crowd around his darling boy.”With a quivering lip he folds it, but his keen and steady eye,
Speaks the strong, unshaken courage, that shall conquer or shall die;Gentle words a wife has written, there the husband reads to-night,
And his manly tears are hidden in the fading winter light.Then he folds his daughter’s billet in a warm and close embrace,
Her’s, who holds the prisoned sunbeams of eight summers in her face;Ah! he cares not for the blunders, through each blurred and crooked line,
All the glances of her blue eyes and her bady graces shine.Needs must tremble they who called him from such pleasures to the strife,
He will keep his vow of vengeance at the peril of his life;Where the sunbeams linger longest, heeding not the frosty air,
With his pale young forehead shaded, sits another reading there.One who loved him like the poets, shared this in the days gone by,
And each line looks kindly at him through that sister’s speaking eye.“Sits she in the dear old Study, reading what I read to-night,
Tracing out the rhythmic numbers, in the flashing crimson light;Or, perchance, the lamps are lighted, and she pens the gentle line
That gives olden warmth and comfort to this stranger life of mine.”There a young man holds a locket, gazing on a face so dear,
That the past becomes the present, and the far away the near;Over streams, and hills and vallies, he is standing by her side,
And her dark brown eyes are liquid with the gush of love and pride.Sweeter than the sounds of summer is the language that she speaks;
Fairer than June’s fairest blossoms, are the roses on her cheeks,And he feels to-day more worthy plighted heart and hand,
Than when peace and smiling plenty blessed his sorrowing Fatherland.Breaking on the evening’s bustle calls the drum to muster roll,
And the soldier’s sterner duties shade the fancies of his soul.Turning to their straw and blankets, quiet slumbers close them round;
Nothing but the sentry’s pacing breaks the silence of the ground,And the stars look kindly on them from the blue etherial sea,
Leading on the Hosts of Freemen through the gates of victory.MELROSE
Source:
“Select Poetry [from the West Chester (Pa) Times].” Sunbury, Pennsylvania: The Sunbury American, 28 December 1861.
#America #AmericanCivilWar #AmericanHistory #Army #Christmas #CivilWar #CivilWarArt #CivilWarPoetry #History #PennsylvaniaHistory #PennsylvaniaInTheCivilWar #Poetry #Sunbury #TheUnionArmy #USMilitaryAndTheUnionArmy #WestChester
